sun 15/09/2019

Neville's Island, Duke of York's Theatre | reviews, news & interviews

Neville's Island, Duke of York's Theatre

Neville's Island, Duke of York's Theatre

Like its marooned middle-managers, Tim Firth's comedy loses its way

No man is an island: Roy (Robert Webb), Neville (Neil Morrissey), Gordon (Adrian Edmondson) and Angus (Miles Jupp)Johan Persson

Hell is other people. It’s not the wilderness that poses the greatest threat to the stranded corporate bonding quartet in this docile Lord of the Flies-meets-The Office pastiche, but the endless stream of well-meaning incompetence. Yet while Tim Firth’s 1992 play is Schadenfreude Central – if you haven’t had your fill of disaster-by-proxy following the trail of Hurricane Gonzalo – it, too, suffers from benign ineptitude in not committing to a genre. At two and a half hours, Angus Jacksons production offers exceedingly flabby comedy, but its foray into serious drama leaves it up the creek without a paddle.

Neville's Island, Duke of York's TheatreFirth’s Salford businessmen are familiar types: fuming, sarcastic Gordon (Adrian Edmondson), determined to prove his superiority through sniping put-downs; floundering elected leader Neville (Neil Morrissey), uttering empty “Keep calm and carry on” bleats; anally retentive Angus (Miles Jupp), who’s packed three-quarters of his local survival shop into Mary Poppins’ rucksack; and “Christian in a cagoule” Roy (Robert Webb, pictured right), recovering from a breakdown by writing songs about God’s presence in his kitchen. The four are forced into close quarters when Neville erroneously applies cryptic-crossword deduction to simple instructions, marooning them on a Lake District islet with no means of communication  the first of many plot developments that strain credulity.

Their conflicts, though repetitive and predictable, are often amusing thanks to Firth’s perky one-liners and the game cast’s unflagging energy. What’s missing in this static show is satisfying development, with the climax landing somewhere between true revelation and sitcom reset. Further exploration of their lives off-island would make this a richer experience, particularly the dynamics between these supposed colleagues, who read more as luckless strangers than those caught in the sticky web of office politics.

Jupp (pictured below) is most memorable as that peculiarly British horror, the paragon of dullness, his emotional repression and mounting frustration with his middle-of-the-road life quietly resonant. Edmondson effectively transitions his sardonic wag into obnoxious bully, though the desolation beneath his savagery is commented upon rather than exposed. Webb’s skilled handling of his gentle evangelical is undermined by a deluge of mean-spirited, rather tired gags – Firth, via Gordon, encourages us to dismiss his faith as a mere symptom of deranged grief. Morrissey is stuck playing babysitter.

Neville's Island, Duke of York's TheatreRobert Innes Hopkins’ astonishingly verdant set is the real star, somehow transplanting lofty, climbable trees, muddy shingle, driving rain and deep pools of water. The actors variously wade through, crawl across and tumble into the latter, spending much of the running time soaked to the skin. Talk about suffering for your art. Anyone who was subjected to a Duke of Edinburgh’s camping expedition may well suffer PTSD flashbacks.

This Chichester transfer, while offering genial entertainment, never quite justifies its West End presence. Firth hints at a more courageously meta experiment, with direct references to other island-based tales, but skates over well-worn tropes rather than subverting them. Fun for a quick splash, but as penetrating comedy/drama, rather a damp squib.

Anyone who was subjected to a Duke of Edinburgh’s camping expedition may well suffer PTSD flashbacks

rating

Editor Rating: 
2
Average: 2 (1 vote)

Explore topics

Share this article

Add comment

Subscribe to theartsdesk.com

Thank you for continuing to read our work on theartsdesk.com. For unlimited access to every article in its entirety, including our archive of more than 10,000 pieces, we're asking for £3.95 per month or £30 per year. We feel it's a very good deal, and hope you do too.

To take an annual subscription now simply click here.

And if you're looking for that extra gift for a friend or family member, why not treat them to a theartsdesk.com gift subscription?

newsletter

Get a weekly digest of our critical highlights in your inbox each Thursday!

Simply enter your email address in the box below

View previous newsletters

Advertising feature

★★★★★

A compulsive, involving, emotionally stirring evening – theatre’s answer to a page-turner.
The Observer, Kate Kellaway

 

Direct from a sold-out season at Kiln Theatre the five star, hit play, The Son, is now playing at the Duke of York’s Theatre for a strictly limited season.

 

★★★★★

This final part of Florian Zeller’s trilogy is the most powerful of all.
The Times, Ann Treneman

 

Written by the internationally acclaimed Florian Zeller (The Father, The Mother), lauded by The Guardian as ‘the most exciting playwright of our time’, The Son is directed by the award-winning Michael Longhurst.

 

Book by 30 September and get tickets from £15*
with no booking fee.