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There is a very good play somewhere within Suhayla
E-Bushra’s adaptation of The Suicide.
The performances are strong. The set design, with its leaning, brutal towerblocks, is fantastic. The direction is lively, all a-tizzy with jazz, hiphop, Grime and
well-executed choreographed set-pieces. The jokes are genuinely funny, if
crude. The problem with this play is that it tries to do too much, aims too
high – and falls short of the mark.
Nikolai Erdman’s caustic 1932 satire, railing against Stalin
and the communist state, has been relocated to Fulham’s notorious Clement Attlee
estate. Scrimping on benefits, cooped up in a small flat with his
girlfriend and her mum, Sam is feeling hopeless. But, as he considers ending it
all, his intended suicide becomes public property.
A pack of wolves descend on Sam, each a clichéd representative
of some modern tribe, and each with their own agenda. We have the beleaguered
social worker (“you could shame the council”), the trustafarian film-maker and gap-yah disaster (“every
revolution needs a spark, you could be like that Tunisian street-vendor who set
himself on fire and started the Arab Spring”). We have a whiteboy rapper,
hoping for a MOBO, a Stoke Newington-dwelling public school girl who owns a
biodynamic café and wants to serve Sam his last meal, an ex who wants to be
famous, a local MP who wants to further his political agenda, and a gaggle of school truants armed with iPhones.
Suicide is the leading cause of death in British men under
50, particularly in poorer areas. It’s a serious issue, which this play tackles
with humour. Making light of mental illness isn’t the problem here: in fact,
it’s refreshing to see societal ills blackly poked fun at, compared with, say, Iphigenia in Splott, which was mercilessly
bleak. The problem is that the play is too broad, and the lack of focus kills
the caustic satirical bite that mad Erdman’s original version such a thrilling
ride. There is no characterisation, merely caricatures. We lose sight of who
or what is being attacked.
Nevertheless, we’re glad that the Lyttleton Stage was bold
enough to stage The Suicide, which is
the kind of play usually put on in the National’s fringier Temporary Theatre.
|What||REVIEW: The Suicide, National Theatre|
|Where||National Theatre, South Bank, London, SE1 9PX | MAP|
|Nearest tube||Waterloo (underground)|
06 Apr 16 – 21 May 16, 7:30 PM – 9:30 PM
|Price||£15 - £35|
|Website||Click here to book via the National Theatre|