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Stars explained: * A production of no real merit
with failings in all areas. ** A production showing evidence of not
enough time or effort, or even talent, and which never breathes any real
life into the piece – or a show lumbered with a terrible script. *** A
good enjoyable show which might have some small flaws but has largely
achieved what it set out to do.**** An excellent show which shows a
great deal of work and stage craft with no noticeable or major
flaws.***** A four star show which has found that extra bit of magic
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A tale of
family fortunes
Family on the brink: Mary O'Toole as Kate Keller, Karen Whittingham as girlfriend Annie Deever, John Lucock as Joe Keller and Robert Gotch (standing) as son Chris. All my sons
Dudley Little Theatre
Netherton Arts Centre
****
BELIEF is a strange thing. Take Kate Keller; it is August 1946 and as
long as she believes her pilot son Larry, missing in action since 1943,
is still alive she won’t have to confront a truth that echoes far beyond
his death. Her
unshakable belief is the shaky foundation for the Keller Family. There
is Joe, the patriarch, owner of a successful engineering company in
small town America somewhere in the Mid-West. Then there
is son Chris, who idolizes his father and who returned from the war with
his own survivor’s guilt and uncertainty, having lost his entire
company of men in action. And behind
it all we have Larry, unseen, undoubtedly dead, but kept alive by his
mother, symbolically the tree which was planted in the garden as his
memorial has blown down during the night of the morning the play opens. John
Lucock gives a convincing performance as Joe, the self-made businessman,
king of all he surveys, indulging his wife’s belief Larry will one day
return home. He’s reached his 60s with the prospect of a comfortable
life ahead of him – a life that is about to become very uncomfortable
indeed. Mary
O’Toole is equally believable as Kate, fussing around and clinging to a
past where in truth she is still living, a time when Larry was still
around. She has even kept all his clothes in his closet with all his
shoes neatly shined. Robert
Gotch gives us a troubled Chris, after the war he knows the world has
changed yet back home not only does everything seem the same but people
want to keep it that way, which somehow does not seem right. He has
invited Annie to visit from New York, Larry’s old girlfriend, to ask her
to marry him – a move that will made demands on his mother to accept
Larry is not coming back and Annie, and Chris, are moving on. Karen
Whittingham does a splendid job as Ann, which is hardly the easiest part
demanding a whole raft of emotions.
Ann’s father Steve, Joe’s partner, is in jail after 21
pilot’s died in planes with defective cylinder
heads supplied by Joe and Steve’s company. Enter
George, played with clever changes of feelings by Ben Martin Savage. He
is Annie’s brother, always a serious boy and now a lawyer, who has just
been to see his father in prison for the first time since he was
convicted two years ago and the scene is set for a dramatic finale which
could blow the families apart.
Around the
main protagonists we have the neighbours, Lydia, in her late 20s, who
was George’s love interest before he left town, played by Claire
Hetherington. She is always cheerful, lightening the mood, while her
husband Frank, played by James Silvers, is equally cheery, studying
horoscopes to prove Larry couldn’t have died on the day he went missing
because it was his favorable day. Then there
is Jim, a successful doctor, who is bored with domesticity and wants to
do medical research, but needs must and doctoring pays the bills. His
wife Sue, played by Rebecca Clee, resents Chris for encouraging her
husband’s higher ambitions and in an unexpected outburst sows the seeds
of doubt of guilt and innocence in Ann’s mind. As in all
Miller’s plays the supporting characters are never there for padding,
their asides, contributions and actions all add a little more flesh to
the skeleton of the plot, building story and tension, and the support
here is excellent. One of the
difficulties of Arthur Miller’s plays or indeed any from the pens of the
great American writers is just that, they are American, which demands
American accents and just as we often cringe at Americans attempting
English accents – remember Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins – I know they
do the same when we attempt theirs. So all we
can ask is that the accents are both consistent and sound more or less
convincing to our ears and, in general the cast managed that well enough
to hardly notice the accents after the first few minutes. The stage,
with its clapperboard set had become a garden in small town America. Frank
Martino’s direction managed the tricky job of keeping up a good pace
while giving the illusion of a slow, gentle, lazy, August Sunday
morning. He also helps build the growing tension well to the explosive,
emotional finale.
The play,
Miller’s second on Broadway - his first ran for just four performances -
is based upon a true story of a wartime case involving defective aero
engines from a factory in Ohio sold to the military. It might
be 68 years old now but it is still a gripping, well-constructed drama
full of very human, fears, loyalties and emotions and a cast of nine
have done a fine job of telling a tale which deserved a far larger
audience to be listening. To 12-09-15 Roger Clarke
09-09-15 |
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