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Reviews West End & Central Published 10 June 2012

The Physicists

Donmar Warehouse ⋄ May 31st - July 21st 2012

As blunt as it is elusive.

Andrew Haydon

The action unfolds in front of a tall white wall covered in doors (not at all unlike Piet Hein Eek’s recent interior design – though designer Robert Jones’s is cleaner, more stark, more artificial), there’s a white, leather, designer armchair and an artfully arranged table with a couple of lamps. In the far right corner of the stage, a large oil portrait leans ominously against the wall. It’s a pretty set, and one that tells us absolutely nothing. Well, very little. We’re in Classic Play Land, clearly. New Writing never has sets like this. Reading the semiotics of contemporary British scenography, we now know that we’re looking at a play for which location-specificity can take a back-seat in order for a more general sense or hint of “a place” or “an idea” to be foregrounded.  The costumes tell us a little more: outfits dating from after WWII, but of a rather “timeless” variety, which could intend anything from the mid-fifties to almost the present day.

The play opens on a tableau of a murder scene. A red-faced Detective Inspector (Jon Ramm) and a couple of scene-of-crime officers staring down at the prone body of a young female nurse who has been strangled. They are accompanied by a sinister, plus-sized matronly nurse (Joanna Brookes) and later, met by the director of what is apparently a mental institution, Dr Mathilde von Zahnd (Sophie Thompson).

If the visual aspects of the production refuse to give too much away, it is the acting which cements the faint sense of opacity. Put simply, firstly the performers do seem slightly to be in different plays. John Ramm’s detective inspector has more than a hint of the Trustcotts about him – an almost archetypal red-faced, hat-clenching frustrated police fury. A comic Lestrade, if you like. Similarly, Brookes’s mental health nurse offers more than a hint of the Hattie Jacques. Added to this side of the equation is Sophie Thompson’s turn as Dr von Zahnd, coming on most like something Peter Sellars might have done if he’d ever been playing an elderly, mad, hunchbacked, female German (or Swiss, I suppose) director of a mental institution / crazed-industrialist.

On the other side, against this are the portrayals of the three titular physicists. The initial shtick of play is that behind three doors in this asylum are three mad men who variously believe themselves to be Einstein (Paul Bhattachargee), Newton (Justin Salinger) and Möbius (John Heffernan). In this instance it is Einstein who has murdered the prone nurse (Miranda Raison off of Spooks – who does do more than being a corpse later), but we learn than Newton has already committed a similar offence only a few months earlier. What perhaps wrong-foots us most here is that while the mad men are plainly meant to be mad – and (in the case of Einstein and Newton) are dressed in period-perfect detailed costumes – they are also played far more “straight”.

As such, we seem to be put in an odd position of watching both an oddly “heightened” absurdist melodrama, and something that occasionally seems to want us to take it and the situation of its characters a bit more seriously. For my money, I’m not entirely sure the production succeeds in making us see things its way. I’ll put my hands up to not being the biggest fan of absurdism, especially when played as heightened melodrama or grotesque, but here the real problem feels like the uneven swings of mood much more than the character of any of those given moods.

The second part has the play begin to reveal itself, coming from a place of Cold War science.  But in some way this is almost as blunt as the first part is elusive. We totally get the symbolism. It is not for nothing that Wikipedia currently dubs The Physicists Dürrenmatt’s “most easily understood work”. It pretty much stands up and shouts what it wishes to warn us of directly in our faces. What feels odd, though, either about the play, or at least about this staging of it, is how remote that warning now seems to feel. We’re not (God willing) two years away from a nuclear stand-off as the world was in 1961 – at least, not one that features the Mutually Assured Destruction that we all grew up with in Europe until 1989. And yet, as I’ve described, the production looks – reads – very much like it is doing that thing of ‘reviving a play without much of an overt “take” on it, so that its contemporary resonances can speak for themselves’ (by which I mean, no one is dressed as Tony Blair, and it’s not been relocated to Iran). On that level, for whatever reason, I didn’t feel the production making the connections for me, and sadly, they didn’t seem to suggest themselves to me without such prompting.

I don’t mind that the play doesn’t seem to have “urgent, contemporary relevance” – I’m actually quite happy to watch a bit of historic humanism, but then, with neither “a number” being done on the production, nor the direction taking so much of a back seat that one feels one is really “seeing the play as written” (not possible in actuality, I know, but there were just enough choices that I found very, very definite and possibly against-the-grain-of-the-writing here), that it feels like this production falls slightly between two stools.

This is a shame, since I got the sense that Jack Thorne’s new version of the script (and this is an interesting area – “version” versus the “translation”), is actually a really very fine bit of writing – with a lot more room for understatement and comedy than this production gives it credit for. Over-all this felt like quite an assured, or at least “high-quality” bit of work, the performances were pretty much of a high standard, the script seemed playable and astute, and the design elements looked nice; and yet, somewhere in the throwing together of all this quality, it felt like the whole hadn’t quite gelled – as least not in a way to which I could particularly relate.

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Andrew Haydon

Andrew Haydon was a freelance theatre critic (FT, Guardian, Time Out, etc.). He was also the editor of the CultureWars theatre section between 2000-2010, where he discovered exciting new theatre thinkers, including Andy Field, Matt Trueman and Miriam Gillinson. Then he went to Berlin for a while. Now he seems to be back for a bit. His blog here: http://postcardsgods.blogspot.co.uk/

The Physicists Show Info


Directed by Josie Rourke

Written by Friedrich Dürrenmatt (new version by Jack Thorne)

Cast includes Paul Bhattacharjee, Joanna Brookes, Oliver Coopersmith, Ben Hardy, John Heffernan, Adam McNamara, Miranda Raison, John Ramm, Justin Salinger, Sophie Thompson, Obioma Ugoala.

Link http://www.donmarwarehouse.com/pl144.html

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