Cast
| Billy Beavis |
Patrick Godfrey |
| Mrs Beavis his mother |
Anne Woodward |
| Irene |
Kay Patrick |
| Kevin Beavis Billy's
brother |
Robert Jennings |
| Fran Kevin's wife |
Jennifer McNae |
| Teddy |
Stephen Murray |
Review
Richmond & Twickenham Times: Robert Harris
Sanity is as the insane people do
Sanity,
says
one
of
the
characters
in
this week’s play at Richmond Theatre, has
this disadvantage compared with insanity: it isn’t curable.
Billy Beavis’s 10
months in the lunatic asylum leave him at odds with the family, in that
he says exactly what he means and refuses to be side-tracked by the
ploys of everyday social intercourse. His friend Teddy from the asylum,
proves himself even more devastatingly sane by exacting a murderous
revenge on Billy's tormentor. No
simple
recounting of the plot, however, will do justice to this bitterly
humorous play, ‘The Poker Game’ by Hugh Leonard. The self-destroying
attitudes of the sane characters, mother with her insistence on
respectability, Kevin cloaking his dishonesty with bluff assertions of
good faith, Fran, his wife, dedicatedly pregnant, are set against
Billy’s single minded indifference to circumstances.
Hugh Leonard’s
play succeeds not only in posing some of the problems underlying the
superficially stable mental world, but doubly and triumphantly
providing a stimulating evening at the theatre as well. The nettle of
presenting mental disturbance on the stage is grasped with security and
judgement. The characters are memorably drawn; the sequence of the
action is convincing, and the dialogue witty, pertinent and lucid.
That the
accomplished actor Stephen Murray had a particular wish to play the
part of the extravert Teddy is understandable, and his is a performance
which, in its mingling of zany irresponsibility and appalling logic,
makes a memorable theatrical event. Equally valuable to the action and
haunting to the imagination is Patrick Godfrey’s characterisation of
Billy Beavis, with his periods of silent intensity and others of that
complete relaxation of the mind so suspect to the obsessively
level-headed. Anne
Woodward has
the difficult task of suppressing sympathy for the mother and does this
intelligently. Robert Jennings, who seems to possess the only authentic
Irish accent in the cast, also hits off the Irish temperament
effectively as Kevin, and Jennifer McNae completely fulfils the
author’s misogynic intentions as Kevin’s wife.
I hope that on
future evenings, the audience will be more co-operative during the
complete and disturbing silence with which the play opens. Richmond has
two weeks of this fine drama.