“You must risk. Risk being wrong”
The term ‘elliptical triptych’ strikes fear into my heart – memories of Wastwater still make me shudder – but I hadn’t quite made the connection that this was the area where Robert Holman’s Making Noise Quietly lay until the likes of David Eldridge and Simon Stephens recently started proclaiming his major, if unsung, influence on their work. And as the second entry in Josie Rourke’s debut season at the Donmar Warehouse, there’s something of a statement of intent in her programming of this revival this trio of small plays directed by Peter Gill.
Quite what that statement is though, I am unsure. Everything about this production from the three stories presented here and the connection between the three, through Paul Wills’ minimalist green set, to the acting, is understated to the point where barely a ripple of consequence seemed apparent to me. The first tale was my favourite and not just because both guys ended up naked, honest P-O-V…;-) – a 1944 countryside encounter between a fey young writer and a strapping conscientious objector becomes charged with curiosity and sexuality as the former flirts outrageously with the latter and both men lay themselves bare with a moving level of introspection. Both men are perfectly cast here, Matthew Tennyson could have walked out of 1940s central casting and Jordan Dawes’ open handsomeness fits perfectly as this pair create a wonderful sense of chemistry. Continue reading “Review: Making Noise Quietly, Donmar Warehouse”