One of theatre’s current hot tickets is Sean Mathias’ production of Harold Pinter’s ‘No Man’s Land’, which is running at the Wyndham’s.
It stars Ian McKellen as Spooner and Patrick Stewart as Hirst, in the roles originated forty-one years ago by John Gielgud and Ralph Richardson. Named after turn of the century cricketers (as are the supporting characters in this play, Briggs – played by Owen Teale – and Foster – played by Damien Molony), these elderly gentlemen are first introduced to us in Hirst’s opulent drinking den, knocking back neat whisky ‘as it is, absolutely as it is’ and sparring with words.
Hirst is the Yorkshireman made good, the working man who has become an accepted member of the literati, while the Lancastrian Spooner has a cultural background but is reduced to collecting beer mats in a seedy pub. Hirst has a young, leather-jacketed housekeeper, Foster, and a bruising butler/cook, Briggs, who has a beautiful speech in act two about ‘Bolsover Street’.
McKellen’s reactions are, of course, priceless throughout, and he clearly relishes the comment about ‘consuming the male member’, while Stewart is in command on Pinter’s pauses and inflections throughout: making them a formidable team. They also imbibe a lot of liquid refreshment in act one (which perhaps makes an interval necessary in an 100 minute play), while McKellen relishes a scrambled egg and bread breakfast in act two.
With Pinter, there are no real answers to what his plays are about. They pinpoint the human condition, the intrusion of strangers, the faultiness of memories, the pointlessness of life. Every word is weighted, every move is choreographed, the set is minimalist (chairs, a bar, a window, a light, and video projection which makes the trees at the top of the set appear to move with the sound of birdsong).
This is a superior piece of theatre, highly recommended. It runs until December this year.
2 thoughts on “No Man’s Land (Wyndham’s Theatre)”
So Louise It’s a play with no real point as it’s by Pinter and if anything is about pointlessness and acted by 1 old fart and another who should have remained in another galaxy where his best work was done. It probably does no service either to the memory of the ex Cricketers who were all; by repute,well worth going to watch. Whilst more than happy to discuss the meaning of life; if indeed it has one. I think with friends over a decent glass or two would be the place; not imprisoned in an expensive chair for a couple of hours. Sorry count me out
As is your right, Keith. You don’t care for the play or the performers, so go to see something you will enjoy. All the best.
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