Curtain Up: Lizzie
Loveridge
Well if you must go whoring in
Hollywood, make sure you give good value and get the going rate on the
street . . .
The woman who gave this advice to a writer who had been offered
the job of writing a screenplay for a Hollywood film is Margaret
Ramsay, best known as Peggy. She was a woman with a gift for spotting a
good play and fostering new talent and who over several decades
represented the best and the brightest British playwrights -- among
them Alan Plater who has made her the subject of his new play.
What Plater has given us is an attractive, bittersweet comedy, a
quick sketch of the essential Peggy Ramsay. It limits itself to a
single day's events during the late 1960s when Peggy would have been in
her fifties (she died in 1991) and does not compete with Colin
Chambers' lengthy Ramsay biography or Simon Callow's book about his
passionate but unconsummated relationship with her.
The play's two acts divide into two moods: the first is very
funny, with many outrageous pronouncements establishing Ramsay's
eccentricities and prejudices; in the second act the laughter quiets
down as Plater shows us Ramsay's less attractive qualities.
Maureen Lipman, an accomplished comedienne, does not resemble
Ramsay physically but gives a striking portrayal. She embodies this
eccentric, mercurial and opinionated agent, delivering her often
outrageous lines barely pausing for breath. Her advice ranges from
Shakespeare references to telling a young writer to write a novel to
"get all the fine writing out of your system" explaining that you write
a novel for yourself while a play is written for the audience. She
addresses Tessa (Selina Griffiths), one in a succession of long
suffering secretaries, by the name of the previous secretary. Under
Robin LeFèvre's direction, Lipman is all action and energy,
whereas the three playwrights who visit her tend to sit still or stand,
making them foils for what consequently amounts to a one woman play.
When we first meet Peggy, she has just returned to her office off
St Martin's Lane in London's theatreland. With its clutter of books and
typed manuscripts and its walls lined with playbills and certificates
of play awards, designer Liz Ascroft has given it the look of a place
where it would be difficult to find anything. The play begins and ends
with Peggy's involvement with one of her playwrights for whom things
are not going well. After spending the night at a police station to get
him out of jail, she is asleep on the office chaise longue. This sets
the scene for the day's events in the busy office, punctuated by the
visits of three playwrights.
The first to arrive is Simon (Tom Espiner) an ingenu with tousled
hair, denim jacket and numerous badges who has a reading of his play
planned that night above a pub in North London. He's somewhat awed by
the great lady who gives him a great deal of her time, if not one
hundred percent of her attention. (She seems to be doing at least four
things at once).
The second playwright is the successful Philip (Crispin Redman).
He also has an event scheduled for that night, the opening of a an
adaptation of Uncle Vanya. Philip has come to take Peggy out to lunch
and tell her that he is getting married - for which he won't get any
applause from Peggy who believes that wives interfere with the creative
process.
Thirdly, there is Henry (Richard Platt), a gruff northerner who
won most promising playwright awards some years before but who is now
finding it difficult to get work. It is Henry who moves things to the
more serious second act when he returns to tell Peggy that he has
decided to leave her agency. He openly criticises her for forgetting
his latest play. She tries to change his mind, explaining her admitted
shortcomings to the fact that it's hard to keep all the manuscripts
arriving each day in her head. Henry's announcement is followed by more
bad news. It seems that the writer she got released from jail has
committed suicide. She sheds no tears, her reaction seeming impassive
and unconcerned. As a result the lively, successful woman of act one is
revealed a doubly flawed, an agent who tends to neglect of writers who
no longer have novelty value and a woman detached from tragedy. She
seems not to care neither for Henry or the dead playwright. However as
the newspapers phone for a story, Ramsay as ever the agent, gives Henry
the job of writing the obituaries. She also opts to spend the evening
not with her successful client but going to the reading of Simon's new
play.
As I've indicated for a more in-depth understanding of Peggy
Ramsay's contribution to the world of stage and screen, you would do
best to read the books that have been written about her. But if you
want to laugh, there's Peggy For You.