Last night Stuart and I went to see a new production of
Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen's 1884 tragicomedy masterpiece The Wild Duck
at the Almeida Theatre in London's glitzy Islington.
Directed by Robert Icke and designed by Bunny Christie the
production is a new version, and nothing less than a new take on the concept of
"the truth."
At the start, the stage is well lit but empty. Kevin Harvey,
one of the actors, comes out. "Turn your phones off. Turn them off
now," he says. People check their phones. "They only tell you
lies."
So starts just over two hours of a meta / post-modern take
on an odd story of two friends and their complex relationship with the
truth.
Kevin Harvey plays one of the friends, Gregers, the son of
Håkon (Nicholas Day). Edward Hogg plays the other, Hjalmar, son of Ekdal
(Nicholas Farrell.)
Hjalmar's wife Gina (Lyndsey Marshal) used to work for Håkon
and she lives along with her husband and daughter Hedvig (played tonight by
Grace Doherty) in a house paid for by Håkon. In fact, Håkon seems to be paying
money to Ekdal too. And to Gina. Håkon looms large over their entire family.
And Gregers will stop at nothing to get the truth behind his father's
deception. Nothing.
At the start, the actors frequently break out of their
on-stage roles using a handheld microphone. As the action progresses though
this theatrical device is gradually undermined as the other characters start to
realise what is going on and characters start to interact with the actors
playing them.
It is a fun trick and helps to bring the piece alive. The
actors finally stop pretending to be characters and end up speaking directly to
the audience. What is truth and what is lies?
But, what price truth? A high one as it turns out.
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