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​Lydia Wilson and Vanessa Kirby in The Acid Test

The Acid Test

​Lydia Wilson and Vanessa Kirby in The Acid Test

Well, what do you know? A good play at the Theatre Upstairs. Anya Reiss’s follow-up to Spur of the Moment is hugely, massively enjoyable and beautifully played.

Three girls in their very early twenties share a flat. Ruth has just split up with her boyfriend. Dana is contemplating whether to sleep with her boss. Jessica’s mum is going off with the roofer working on the family home, so Jessica’s letting her Dad sleep on the sofa. Over twelve hours, the four drink through the night in mordant celebration of being ‘losers’. Ruth and Dana flirt with Jim. Dana decides to sleep with her boss, after which he sacks her. Ruth discovers that her ex-boyfriend is so miserable that he made a melodramatic and incompetent suicide bid. Jessica and her father row and recriminate. Eventually, Jim turns on the girls accusing them of being wrapped up in themselves and making everything a drama. Jess is furious but the girls agree with him. It looks as if it will be Jessica who will be forced out when Jim gets a call that the roof has fallen in and he rushes back to his wife.

The dialogue is brilliant, really brilliant. Reiss is great at capturing, affectionately, how some 21-year-olds speak: the self-dramatising, the bullshit philosophy, the flirtatiousness and the bravado and the fear. It’s this that really powers the play forward for the first half of the play. And it’s very very funny. She’s quite good at capturing the linguistic generation gap (Jim explains his presence due to ‘bit of a spat back at, at, at HQ’). I felt Jim was more of an idea than a character; someone seen by the young, rather than a person in himself, but that’s the kind of play. Jim is a catalyst to disrupt the identities and relationships in the flat. It’s a pressure-cooker kind of play in which truths are forced out into the open.

I think all playwrights have vices. Dramaturgical ones, I mean. These are the things that they are dangerously good at and they become seductive, they can overwhelm a play. Anya Reiss’s feel for contemporary, wickedly-observed, very funny dialogue might be her vice. But it may be the opposite: a feeling that meticulously-observed, brilliantly funny dialogue is somehow too cheaply won.

How do you write a play like that? I said that the dialogue powers the play for the first half. The second half the play, like the carpet, gets a little stickier. The thing is that you’ve set up a group of girls getting drunk and stoned; this, and their age and attitudes, allows for the dialogue to be fast, funny, ridiculous, and wild. But where’s the play going to go?  Drunk people are only funny for a while. Being less in charge of their actions, there is somewhat less at stake in their decisions. The disasters are distanced, frozen. You look for what will happen in the room. The flirtation between two of the girls and Jim looks set to end in a misjudged fuck, but that doesn’t happen.

In fact what happens is the play alights on father and daughter and begins to excavate their relationship. This is okay and often works: it’s brilliant at showing how a dysfunctional relationship shows itself through a complete stalling of conversational energy (‘You not going to say anything?’/‘What do you want me to say’/‘I don’t want you to say anything’ etc.). There is also some uncertainty of tone. The daughter strikes me as obnoxious; it’s not clear whether she’s meant to be.* The father lurches between bumbling ineffectiveness and lacerating truthfulness. And, mostly, the play stops being funny. This makes Jessica a rather thankless part: in the penultimate section of the play, as she is on the point of being forced out by her ‘friends’ I really didn’t understand what the emotional force of this moment was meant to be.* Were we meant to be* horrified at the turn of events? Celebrating the rejection of a monster? The production lost its focus there too but maybe taking its cue from the script. (Similarly, it seemed out of character for Jim to laugh so openly at Twix’s suicide bid; and when Dana returns, make-up down her face, the writing - or maybe performances - don’t find the emotion of the moment very well.)

The plotting isn’t as sure-footed as the much of the dialogue. To pep up the action, Reiss gets some of the characters out of the room. Dana goes to shag her boss; Ruth visits her boyfriend in hospital. These feel like artificial stimulants. Worse still is the deus ex machina phone call about the roof falling in, which is so convenient it may even be a sort of ironic ending, though the production didn’t play it like that. Even within the dialogue there are some uncomfortable lurches into new topics (Jim’s comment about ‘conspiracy theories’ is a feed line) and some of the discussion of new slang feels a bit clunky (even the Cragga dubstep moment feels, in hindsight, like a bit of a set-piece rather than a truthful bit of characterisation).

Basically, I think the problem with writing this sort of play, which Reiss obviously spotted, is how to get from the brilliant fun idiotic drunken dialogue to something both more emotionally meaty and grander in scope. I suppose I don’t think it quite achieved either in the way it was trying - the emotional heart-to-heart was a bit limp and the attempt to create an image of the generation (the ‘losers’ toast and Jim’s outburst towards the end) felt forced. Jim has been enjoying drinking, smoking and flirting with the girls all the way through; it’s not clear why he has such a sudden change of heart. There are some moments of jammed-in heightened dialogue (Jessica has a poem she recites near the end), which didn’t work for me.

The key thing is, I think, that it didn’t need to go for these lurches of tone. It implied something more interesting and persuasive through the ‘shallower’ dialogue: both a vivid portrait of a generation and hints at some level of emotional yearning that the conviviality didn’t satisfy. Yes, it needed to go somewhere, but this could have been low-key. We could have watched the modulation of relationships, the awkward reshifting of the social geometry as the older man enters the room, the way that forces out some attitudes people didn’t even know they had. The choice to lurch into big character events felt less like deep urban tragedy and more like melodrama. I think Reiss felt that too, so when the fifth scene ends with Dana saying ‘Fuck what a drama’ I think it’s part-admission, part-apology.

Oh look, this has turned into a bit of a put-down. I really enjoyed myself in this play. It’s very funny, very true, and at its best creates conditions for a wholly enjoyable ensemble performance from a great cast. The three girls are completely believable, fluent, funny, sexy and fucked-up. Denis Lawson brings awkward charisma and some light authority to the stage. As you enter the theatre, you go along a series of dimly lit tower block corridors, which was a fun way into the space but had pretty much nothing to do with the play. But what the hell. I’d recommend it very highly. There’s a really interesting writer here evolving before our eyes.

* [UPDATE] ‘Meant to be’ ‘Meant to be’ ‘Meant to be’. What does that mean? I’m not sitting there, waiting to be told what to think. I don’t like that kind of theatre, or that attitude to theatre. So what do I mean? I suppose I think I look for a kind of guiding structure to a play in which people’s roles are more or less clear. This generates a sense of purposiveness to the whole and, because plays are often organised into fictional characters and situations, we apply the functions of that whole to characters. Put more plainly, we need a sense of what function characters are meant to have in the idea structure of the play, not what we are meant to think about them as characters.

May 25, 2011 by Dan Rebellato.
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