Masochistically enjoyable. Viewing two Beckett plays one after another is like being plunged into an ice bath not once but twice. Rather daunting but with the benefit of hindsight a cathartic experience. Short plays never paired together before but they complement each other perfectly.
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Masochistically enjoyable. Viewing two Beckett plays one after another is like being plunged into an ice bath not once but twice. Rather daunting but with the benefit of hindsight a cathartic experience. Short plays never paired together before but they complement each other perfectly. The rapid staccato text of Play. The slow legato approach of Footfalls.
Quite a mix. Chalk and cheese, spaghetti and a bolognese sauce. It all works rather well and I am sure Beckett would approve. Visually, it is stunning with the audience immediately confronted by three individuals immersed in separate urns Play sitting in near darkness.
Their faces are covered in dust and ash, suggesting they are dead. All rather disturbing and chilling. Occasionally, all three talk at the same time, their faces lighting up simultaneously. Clever times three. Speeches are delivered in rapid fire bursts, but with sudden and unexplained pauses — and some hyena like laughing. A mistress, a wife and her cheating husband.
But in a peculiar kind of way quite captivating. Photos by The Angel Theatre Company Similarly, in Footfalls, light is effectively used to highlight May Anna Bonnett as she shuffles her nine steps one way — then nine the other way on a wooden board — while her mother Pearl Marsland stands in the shadows, only her face highlighted it is as if her body is not there.
All in all, a triumphant double dive into the absurdist world of Beckett, thirty years after his death. Be brave and take a dip. It runs until March 9.
‘Play’ And ‘Footfalls’ – Theatre Review
Edit Originally published in and reprinted in The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele This is not an easy story, not a road for tender or for casual feet. Better the meadows. He lived in one of those old Puritan sea towns where the strain has come down austere and moribund, so that his act would not be quite unbelievable. Except that the town is no longer Puritan and Yankee. It has been betrayed; it has become an outpost of the Portuguese islands. This man, this blind cobbler himself, was a Portuguese, from St.
Footfalls and Play
Synopsis[ edit ] The play is in four parts. Each opens with the sound of a bell. After this the lights fade up to reveal an illuminated strip along which a woman, May, paces back and forth, nine steps within a one-metre stretch. In each part, the light will be somewhat darker than in the preceding one.
Not I, Footfalls, Rockaby by Samuel Beckett, Royal Court, review