Review: The Painter, Arcola Theatre

“The fashionables…they just want to know if a painting’s hot…”

As their premiere production in their new premises at the Colourworks in Dalston, the Arcola theatre have commissioned The Painter, a play about the well-known artist JMW Turner which plays on the historical links of the building, a former paint factory actually frequented by Turner. And to write it they returned to Rebecca Lenkiewicz, a playwright whose first play was the first to be staged at the old Arcola. It follows other plays about artists which keep popping up at this theatre, The Line and Reclining Nude with Stockings (the title of which has skewed my hit count something chronic) but it is not always easy to translate the aura around an artist and his work to the stage without a genuinely interesting story and I am not convinced that Lenkiewicz has managed that here.

The Painter covers the middle period of his career and centres around the key relationships with women in his life, his mother who is slowly succumbing to dementia, his fertile lover and the prostitute who becomes his model and confidante. This is contrasted with his steadily growing professional success as a painter despite difficult relationships with his contemporaries and as an intellectual who frequently lectured students at the Royal Academy on his views on art despite being of ‘lower’ birth. But to be honest, there’s no real insight offered here beyond that of the superficial biographical.

What Lenkiewicz has done is to pull together a series of snapshots of the various aspects of his life, resulting in more than 20 short scenes which play out in Ben Stones’ successfully realised set which utilises (what one assumes are) the natural distressed features of this new space well to create an artist’s studio. The domestic mini-dramas are intermittently engaging in the effective space but with so little time to develop, their impact is often minimal, most notably with the over-played couple of short scenes with his mother. And the production was much less successful at portraying the shift to the speech-giving scenes, the immersive nature of the space around us feeling like an extension of Turner’s studio actually playing against this as the lighting change alone did not do enough to convince effectively of the change in environment: perhaps this was me longing for the old Studio 1 but this does not feel like anywhere near as adaptable and flexible a space.

And as I did not really engage with the play, the performances, accomplished as they were, didn’t really connect with me. Toby Jones was strong rather than outstanding as the character he has been given here is just too inscrutable, there is little that is truly revelatory here. But he did build nice relationships with Jim Bywater as his father cum studio assistant, Niamh Cusack as the seemingly ever-pregnant widow who won’t let him go and particularly Denise Gough as the straight-talking Jenny who comes closest to breaching his taciturn demeanour.

That is the show, but I cannot finish the review without making some comment on the experience we had at the new Arcola which really did affect our experience. In some respects, part of me wants to ascribe most of this to teething problems in a new venue, but as paying customers I think we could have expected more, especially given the high standards one came to expect in Arcola Street.

We were left waiting and treated brusquely by the box office staff as it took three of them to deal with a problem despite being v close to curtain up time and the seats we ended up in were quite frankly terrible. Mine had a particularly restricted view due to the amount of safety rail in front of me and the couple to the right of us had a large pillar blocking a fair amount (at £10 I almost forgave this, but if you’ve paid £17 it would be an outrage to be expected to sit on this back row). Had we been in the lower banks, the action would have been excitingly close to us but given the airy height of this new Studio 1, too much of the dialogue was swallowed up for me to hear it properly (a problem exacerbated by a curious tendency to often direct the show to the left hand side of the auditorium) these new acoustics could take some getting used to, if not for everyone then definitely for me.

So a disappointing experience all round for me. For those who manage to get a decent seat, there is definitely the possibility that you will have a completely different evening to mine and discover something more to this play than was evident to me. I have long been a supporter of the Arcola and the ground-breaking work they have done in both community development and pioneering environmental sustainability techniques, and they have to be admired for being one of the few theatres to actually increase their ticket offers rather than their ticket prices at the turn of the year (£10 tickets are now available for the first 10 shows in the run for the main house, rather than just the previews). But in terms of the new theatre and whilst I am aware that I could possibly be cutting the Arcola some slack in what has been a time of huge change for them, it is hard to justify charging people for something which potentially is not 100% ready and tested sufficiently for all its audience members.

Running time: 2 hours (with interval)
Photo: Simon Annand

Playtext cost: £3.50
Booking until 12th February
Note: wrap up warm, it gets chilly in there. And avoid the right hand side (as you’re looking at the stage) especially the back row, if you can.

2 thoughts on “Review: The Painter, Arcola Theatre

  1. I booked a ticket to see this new play, in a new year, in a new place, when attending the last Saturday's performance of The Cradle will Rock in Arcola Street in December '10. I thought it was a rather nifty idea to start with a new play about Turner in a place he more than likely bought his paints from…and Toby Jone and Niamh Cusack were in the cast. Bit less excited when I saw the play had been written by Rebecca Lenkiewicz…for some reason I've only seen Her Naked Skin at the NT, but have an unreasonable dislike of her work! Come the day I couldn't go, as had to help a friend out by looking after her child while she went to L.A. in connection with the new Batman film…I wasn't really bothered I told myself, because I had heard/read the reviews, which were negative about the play and particularly the venue. So will decide whether to rebook as there seem seats even up to Saturday when it ends……

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