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Small Hours

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Small Hours is written by Lucy Kirkwood and Ed Hime, directed by Katie Mitchell. It is an environmental piece. An audience of twenty is led into a basement (?) flat, a front and back room, sparsely decorated. A TV, two sofas, a table, some shelves, a couple of pictures, a mirror. A telephone. In this room, in the early hours of the morning, a new mother is trying to fill the silence. Her husband is away and she cannot sleep. Her baby is wakeful and crying. She talks on the phone. She watches TV. She hoovers. Anything to fill her head with noise. In an extended and almost unbearable sequence she dances to The Chemical Brothers’ ‘Hey Boy Hey Girl’ trying to find in it some exaltation, some ecstatic, ritual release. She never makes it. The neighbours bang on the walls and she is reduced to silence. Then her baby wakes. She leaves the room and soon the baby is crying no more. She returns, coldly. The show ends.

It is one of the most terrible things to watch, a virtually wordless hour in the heart of the night, unfolding in real time and in one space. It never states it but by the end of the play, she has undoubtedly killed her child. It’s a moment of controlled horror that retrospectively makes sense of everything else we’ve seen. The manic energy, the obsessiveness, the desire to escape. Sandy McDade plays the mother with gaunt, ashen intensity, a woman on the very edge. It’s a portrait, I guess, of post-natal depression and, in these surroundings, you feel as trapped with her terrible feelings as she does herself. It is an elegantly bleak sixty minutes, deliberately unleavened by any humour. The expanse of tough carpet, the muted colour of the walls, the lack of decoration, the cold glow from the street lights against the net curtains, they all create an unrelieved urban thinness of lived feeling, that seems to bring life closer to death and makes the move from one to the other horribly easier, making that move more understandable. It’s monochrome. But it also has terrific taste. Katie Mitchell’s austere style is always graceful, exquisitely judged, and here it is judged again so well and with tremendous heart. At no point does it feel leering, intrusive or cheap.

It’s haunted me since I saw it on Monday. I know it will go on haunting me.

February 17, 2011 by Dan Rebellato.
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