'Raving' review or 'We need more canned laughter.'
Written for BLOUIN ARTINFO UK
Three middle class couples
retreat to a Welsh cottage for a weekend in search of a little peace and
romance. But they didn’t count on the demented farmer next door and randy
teenager Tabby! Actor Simon Paisley Day’s new comedy, ‘Raving’, stars Robert Webb and
Tamzin Outhwaite and, in theory, has Hampstead Theatre box-office gold written
all over it. If only it were funnier.
There’s something of the TV
Studio record about Edward Hall’s slick but superficial production. Jonathan
Fensom’s set looks like it has been nabbed from a sitcom, as if the stone wall
cottage has been made out of plastic. The script and performances feel plastic-y
too; shiny and attractive but lacking in substance.
Clichés crowd in from every
direction. Tamzin Outhwaite plays run-down mother Briony who suffers from
depression and is still breast-feeding her 3 year old son. She spends most of
her time grabbing at her leaky breasts and crying. Barnaby Kay, as Outhwaite’s
long-suffering husband Keith, mostly hides in the bedroom. The biggest laughs
of the night come from a running gag, which involves the bedroom door getting
stuck – again and again.
Robert Webb’s character, the
smug and self-deluded Ross, is an amped up version of his Peep Show persona. He
and his wife, Rosy (Sarah Hadland) are the type of couple who cue each other in
whilst in conversation. Webb’s strength
has always been his understated ghastliness but he’s a little too low-key for
this brazen show. His performance is all in his jittery eyes but it’s hard to
see them, sitting a few rows back in the theatre.
Issy Van Randwyck is the show’s
knock-out star, with the most hideous yet humane performance of the night. She
plays the type of spoilt soul who has never had to take life seriously. She considers
her career as a doctor to be a ‘hobby’ and says ‘fuck’ as often as she can. Yet
despite this there is a wisdom about Randwyck’s character; as if she has come
about all this silliness after a lot of serious thinking.
Poor old Bel Powley - who was
gifted a plum of a role in April De Angelis’ play ‘Jumpy’ – is required mainly
to strip off and screech, as moody teenager Tabby. This is less a role and more
a slouching tangle of limbs.
All this might be forgiven
were ‘Raving’ packed with cracking jokes but Paisley Day’s script is flabby.
Limited dramatic scenarios are stretched beyond breaking point and, when the
jokes come, they are rarely sharp enough; ‘You let nature dictate/Emphasis on
the dick.’
There are a few fine physical
gags, such as when a grown man furtively licks a teenager’s leg or a husband
gratefully sucks on a bottle of his wife’s breast-milk. But it isn’t enough.
Near the end, as a dramatic denouement is being dragged out for far too long, one
character points out: ‘In a minute, one of us is going to get extremely bored
of this and stand up.’ Spot on.
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