- Steve Cramer
- 13 November 2006
Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh, until Sat 25 Nov
There’s definitely a neglected audience in the theatre, which belongs to a particular generation. Perhaps the oft-declared regret that we see few punters in the latter half of their 20s in the theatre is a self fulfilling prophecy, for as our theatre makers bear this in mind, so there tends to be little work created that might appeal to folk who belong to this generation. David Priestley’s play fulfils a function in addressing this period of transition from the sensual joys of extended youth to responsibility and professional focus, though whether it fully realises its noble ambition is a moot point.
In it, we meet a stodgily responsible IT professional (David Ireland), his less settled art school pal (Gary Collins) and the woman with whom they both have a relationship (Abigail Davies). The recollections of shared youth between the two young men is shrouded in a nostalgia somewhat disrupted by their relationships with the girl, which after some play with chronology, are revealed to be not what they at first seem. Ultimately, it proves to be more the girl’s story than that of the two men, and her recollection of a singular, if ephemeral, emotional epiphany, uncovered late on, tells us much of what has preceded it.
Director Lorne Campbell gets some strong performances from his cast, but they’re somewhat undermined by a story which, when all’s said and done, is emotionally rather slight. The irritating sound loop that progresses the narrative between scenes doesn’t help, and it ultimately becomes difficult to care for these characters, perhaps because of the odd resort to cliché in the script. All the same, there are clearly flashes of talent in the writer, which may realise itself at a later time.