Review
The Stage
Most people have preconceived
notions about the theatre, some love the glamour, some the freedom and
some just an enjoyable evening out, whatever you may feel will
undoubtedly be questioned in your own mind once you have seen Michael
Frayn's new play “Look Look”.
An auditorium made up of rows of theatre seats is on the stage, a
flimsy blue net curtain hangs in front. People begin to filter slowly
onto the stage and shift through the respective rows to find their
seats. The curtain rises, and 'we' the real audience are faced with a
mirror image, this becomes slightly disconcerting for Frayn's
'audience' then proceeds to display a number of familiar 'audience
idiosyncrasies' cleverly done through a series of coughing fits,
petting, paper shuffling and paranoia. Amidst the crowd is the play’s
author Stephen Fry who becomes increasingly perturbed as the audience
seems unable to settle.
Margaret Courtenay and Gabrielle
Drake are a starchy mother-daughter double-act who exchange
pleasantries with Robin Bailey who plays an actor who is aware, but
ashamed of the fact that he is partial to the company of young boys.
Serena Gordon and Michael Simpkins play a couple both married - but not
to each other. These, along with an invalid, an erratic family and a
couple of bolshy teenagers spend much of the first act acknowledging,
reassuring and irritating one another while finding the time to
criticise the play they have come to see. Fry, the author, takes
us through these events with wry commentary and we soon realise that
Frayn is dealing with a three dimensional relationship about watching,
being watched and being watched watching. It is at this point
that you stop trying to rationalise and decide to accept the confusion.
Frayn's 'audience’ takes on the
role of actors and position themselves on the other side of the blue
net curtain and so begins the second act. A host of skittish scenes
follow where personalities are fused into one. Robin Bailey is no
longer the super-confident sophisticated theatre lover but a nervous
badly prepared understudy and through some nonsensical sketches
incorporating these distorted characters, all elements of romance,
farce, pathos and suspense are ridiculed.
Margaret Courtenay, Stephen Fry and
Robin Bailey, charismatic as ever, add the credibility to this play.
Frayn forces you to look at the relationships of actors and audiences
along with theatre and real life. Reaction is the key word. The
question being is there a sting to this ‘tale' and, if so, is the joke
on us?