Thursday, July 19, 2007

The Letter - Somerset Maugham

Starring Jenny Seagrove and Anthony Andrews at Wyndham's Theatre in Leicester Square. Firstly I'll mention that the theatre was pleasant and intimate, good leg room (always important) although there are so many stairs!
Now, Somerset Maugham is another underated playwright, probably because he appears, superficially to be of his time and class - forever writing about colonial situations - and from the perspective of the 1980s and 90s appearing old fashioned and racist. However, now that we're in the twenty first century attitudes to him and his work have changed - I wrote a bit about this in my film review of 'The Painted Veil' another adaptation of a Somerset Maugham novel. (Go to my complete profile and look at the bottom for the films blog, and go through my archives). Here again we're in the Far East - this time in Malaya. It opens with a death - the Jenny Seagrove character (played by Bette Davis in the film version) has shot Geoff Hammond - six times. She explains that the man had tried to rape her and she shot him in her determination to protect herself. Her husband was away in Singapore for a few days. Anthony Andrews plays the lawyer brought in to defend her - although the British colonial view is that the man was a cad and a bounder and any right thinking white man would support the 'plucky girl' who used a gun to 'shoot the bounder like a dog'. This view is re-enforced when it is found that Geoff Hammond has been living with a Chinese girl - clearly he had broken every possible rule, and was possibly insane, with lust and passion. Naturally things are not quite as they seem - a letter is found which casts a totally different light on things, and Anthony Andrews decides to buy the note to prevent his client from going to the gallows, and to protect her husband from scandal.
Maugham is examining the relationship between the rulers and the ruled, attitudes to race and class. Maugham never portrays the native populations as unintelligent or quiescent. They behave with dignity, amusement and ridicule the foolishness of their colonial masters. The writer is also looking at the lack of comprehension in marriage - Jenny Seagrove's husband clearly knows nothing about his wife - her feelings and emotions. Anthony Andrews too underestimates his Chinese Clerk's cleverness. He is examining relationships and moods in a tightly knit isolated community where the superficial social norms hide depths of passions. Social convention is hideously stultifying.
The acting in this play was excleent - the minor characters were especially good - even the silent servants (the houseboys who overheard the conversations, and watched the behaviour of their masters with wonderful expressions). Jenny Seagrove was outstanding, as she wheedled her way through Anthony Andrews defences to save her own skin. Anthony Andrews' delivery was bizarre in places, and I almost became irritated as he barked out his lines, but overall a memorable performance. If you think you'll know this if you've seen the film - this play doesn't end in the same way.
I enjoyed this play and it deserves a rating of 8/10

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