“Compared to the important things in life, everything in life is dust and vanity, ashes and delusion”
David Harrower’s version of Gogol’s Russian comedy for the Young Vic is titled simply Government Inspector
, losing the definitive article as did the Arcola’s Seagull
, marking an odd potential trend for 2011. The inept Mayor of a small Russian town is driven into a frenzy with news of an impending visit from a government inspector but when a conman is mistaken for this visitor, the hypocrisy and corruption that the town’s bigwigs are desperate to hide is exposed.
I can’t fairly pass judgement on anything I saw as I didn’t make it to the end. For the first time in about three years, I left at the interval: something I have resisted doing since starting to write reviews properly, although often against my better judgement. And in a week when an article elsewhere about not overdoing it at the theatre mentioned me by name
, there was something ironic in the fact that I even arrived to this show since I was pretty sure I wouldn’t like it and several people had warned that they knew I would hate it: my default position is currently seeing as much as is humanly possible whilst (barely) holding down a job in order to expand the breadth of my theatrical experience rather than making considered decisions about what I’m inclined to like.
From what I did see, Kyle Soller’s Khlestakov, all got up like a Dalston dandy (I swear I have seen his exact outfit and hairdo at East London warehouse parties over the past few weeks), suggested a powerfully kooky stage presence and Amanda Lawrence continued to prove her extraordinary gift for physical comedy. I couldn’t helped but be disappointed by Barratt’s corresponding lack of ease, underpowered both vocally and physically and one of the main reasons I didn’t return.
The other was the simple fact that I didn’t find it funny. My antipathy towards farce is well-documented on here, despite a recent flirtation in Richmond that I did enjoy
, but this felt closer to One Man Two Guvnors
both in its daftness and in the audience’s determination to laugh at every single thing. That is always an alienating thing especially if you’re not laughing with them from the start, but it hit ridiculous levels in the opening scene here where I was convinced that I was missing something right in front of my very eyes as people were hysterical at Barratt’s every move whilst simply getting dressed.
It was interesting to make a first visit to the Young Vic’s gallery seating, well worth a tenner with a sweeping view that isn’t too far away, but the simple fact is that I shouldn’t really have gone along to this. I wanted to form my own opinion, part of the reason why I have embraced so many of the theatrical opportunities offered up to me over the past two years, though there is an ever-persuasive argument that I need to start trusting my instincts, and those of trusted others, a bit more.
Running time: 2 hours 45 minutes (with interval)
Playtext cost: £3
Booking until 9th July
Labels: Amanda Lawrence, Bruce Mackinnon, Buffy Davis, David Harrower, Doon Mackichan, Eric MacLennan, Fergus Craig, Jack Brough, Julian Barratt, Kyle Soller, Louise Brealey, Simon Muller