Chris Draper’s latest
theatre review
In
Northern
Voices 10, Derek Pattison’s account of the lives of street gangs of
Victorian Manchester more skilfully weaves together the atmosphere and
activities of the Scuttlers than this two hour travesty. To be fair the lads
and lassies of the cast did their best with an irredeemable script populated by
cardboard characters, backed by an annoying, atonal, clichéd sound score, and choreographed
together with tiresome, repetitive movements of characters crossing and re-crossing
the stage to no obvious effect but invariably accompanied by a surfeit of
shouting.
'This is the
thrilling story of young people navigating a life without respect…that
resonates with remarkable clarity 150 years on' claims the show’s
publicity but it isn’t thrilling and there is no resonance. The production
never gets beneath the skin of the Scuttlers and the play cares little for
characterisation, empathy or analysis. It amounts to no more than a
superficial, voyeuristic, squint at the lower orders. A Jeremy Kyle show for
Guardian readers at thirty quid a seat, £4.10 a pint, seventy quid for an
artfully printed headscarf and £150 for a model dog in a duffel coat (all on offer
at the Exchange).
After
filmmaker Shane Meadows tackled the far trickier topic of National Front gang-violence
with such consummate skill in, 'This is England', it’s disappointing a decade
later to find so little achieved here. If the real Scuttlers turn up one night
at the Exchange they will be seriously aggrieved.
(Scuttlers by Rona Munrow, is in
currently receiving its 'World Premier' at Manchester’ Royal
Exchange Theatre, from 5th February to 7th March 2015)
1 comment:
It was loud, and it did struggle to have any meaningful significance. Yet, it did play to a full-house when we went in mid-February, and according to Chris it was packed when he went to review the play. This may be because the Royal Ex. has such a good reputation for putting on excellent Theatre-in-the-Round.
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