{"id":528,"date":"2005-09-14T23:27:00","date_gmt":"2005-09-14T23:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/philobiblon.co.uk\/?p=528"},"modified":"2005-09-14T23:27:00","modified_gmt":"2005-09-14T23:27:00","slug":"afterbirth-theatre-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/philobiblon.co.uk\/?p=528","title":{"rendered":"<i>Afterbirth<\/i> &#8211; Theatre Review"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A play about a 14-year-old from East London who&#8217;s just got out of care and back with his dysfunctional family will, you might safely predict, have plenty of shocks, and be staged in a confrontational, in-your-face manner. And that is the case with <i>Afterbirth<\/i>, which opened tonight at the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.arcolatheatre.com\/?\">Arcola Theatre<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>The play begins with the graphic description by a group of youths of a video of a fatal rape of a senior citizen on the estate who was being punished for &#8220;grassing up&#8221; one of its criminal families, then Val, Baz&#8217;s shatteringly dysfunctional mother, walks around on stage for several minutes &#8220;with her tits out&#8221;, as her older son Morris puts it, parading in front of him and a visiting mate. Then there&#8217;s full-frontal nudity from the middle-aged paedophile character(at least if you&#8217;re sitting in the seats on the left as you enter the theatre &#8211; you&#8217;ve been warned), as he gets out of bed after a night with Baz, the 14-year-old. (The 16-plus ticket rating is fair enough.)<\/p>\n<p>This first full-length drama by Dave Florez, is, however, considerably cleverer and more thought-out than those &#8220;shock-jock&#8221; scenes might suggest. They are only softening up the audience for the real earthquakes to come; most of which happen in their minds, rather than graphically on the stage in front of them. Yet the thought, the fear, that they might lingers.<\/p>\n<p>The play begins as Baz (David Judge) returns home, to his glue-sniffing mates and the paedophile Ken (Paul Moriarty), who, it emerges, is the closest thing to a parent-figure or older brother that Baz has ever known. The subtlety of this relationship hints at the complexities to follow, although, for reasons I cannot reveal without giving away too much of the plot, you&#8217;re left in no moral doubt about the ultimately thoroughly exploitative and vile nature of the relationship.  <\/p>\n<p>Baz then sits down in front of the television with the chain-smoking Val (Clara Salaman), but the closest she can imagine to a motherly gesture is the jerky, uncomfortable offer to take away his drink can. In the background is Baz&#8217;s new (half)-brother, Alan, in whom the boy has invested all of his fervent homes for family and stability. (An interesting take on the more usual model of female teen pregnancy.)<\/p>\n<p>We gradually meet more of the thoroughly dysfunctional family: Morris, the football lout, and Madonna, the drug-addicted prostitute sister, who&#8217;s trapped in messy sort-of-snout but mostly sexual relationship with a sleazy policeman (Chris Chilton). This is the aspect of the play &#8211; with its all-too-Billish cliches, that works least well. But general, Florez is successful in avoiding the obvious council estate plot lines; I was particularly impressed that the social worker who appears at the end is not a figure of fun or loathing, just a man of compassion trapped in a potentially explosive scenario. And we&#8217;re not just presented with horrors flat out, some unfold subtly, with the Morris-Val scene, for example, suddenly appearing in a new light after later revelations in the play.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s plenty of humour, situational, slapstick and verbal, most of which is built into the plot in a sophisticated matter &#8211; there&#8217;s little slapstick for the sake of it. (Even the nappy smell jokes, which start to get a little wearing &#8211; do in the end have more point to them than might seem possible.)<\/p>\n<p>At the peak is the turning point scene with Karim (Kal Aise), Val&#8217;s latest boyfriend and the presumed father of Alan. It starts out roaringly funny, then turns into something deeply dark. As is the play from this point on. <\/p>\n<p>This is a truly fine first play &#8211; we can certainly hope to see more of Florez &#8211; and a well-staged production by the director Deborah Paige that makes full use of the Arcola&#8217;s star-shaped space. David Judge does a fine job of portraying Baz&#8217;s real, if desperate, affection for the baby Alan, although is physically less than convincing as a 14-year-old &#8211; a tough ask for any adult actor. The production also sees a particularly fine performance from Clara Salaman, who manages to syympathetically play a drunken, drugged-up, hopeless mother without descending into slapstick farce.<\/p>\n<p>It is hard to see this play achieving the &#8220;perfect&#8221; result for any fringe production in transferring to the West End &#8211; the subject matter and a certain rawness militate against it &#8211; but it is a production that certainly deserves to be well patronised at the Arcola.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>For visitors to London, and those who don&#8217;t know the area, I should perhaps add that as with most fringe theatre, this isn&#8217;t in the best part of town. This doesn&#8217;t mean you need to be paranoid, but flashing wads of cash or expensive mobiles on the street would probably not be a good idea. But you can dine well, and astonishingly cheaply by London standards, in the many Turkish restaurants that line Dalston High Street.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/technorati.com\/tag\/theater\" rel=\"tag\">Theater<\/a>,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A play about a 14-year-old from East London who&#8217;s just got out of care and back with his dysfunctional family will, you might safely predict, have plenty of shocks, and be staged in a confrontational, in-your-face manner. And that is the case with Afterbirth, which opened tonight at the Arcola Theatre. 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