Theatre

The Beauty Queen of Leenane @ Young Vic, London



cast includes
Rosaleen Linehan, Susan Lynch, David Ganly, Terence Keeley

directed by
Joe Hill-Gibbins
The mother-daughter relationship at the heart of Martin McDonaghs debut is one of Beckettian repetition.

The elderly Mag, sits slack-mouthed and lumpen in her chair, forever demanding that her daughter, Maureen, make her Complan without the lumps or do her a tea while the daughter, harried and resentful, stamps around, seeing to her needs.

First seen at the Royal Court in 1996, this is the first major London revival of this bleak, black play. Its very entertaining piece yet almost gleeful in the way it sets up the characters for an ugly denouement; theres something rather nasty at its heart.
The two women live in a crumbling village in Connemara where it seems to be permanently wet outside and Australian soap Sons and Daughters runs on an endless loop on the television. Mag sits on her chair and makes her demands, causally undermining her daughter whenever she can. Maureen attempted to leave once, but her stint as a cleaner in England ended unhappily and now shes back home, stuck with her mother, making endless bowls of porridge. Yet McDonagh slowly feeds the audience information about their relationship until it becomes apparent that things between them may be more mutually destructive than is initially apparent.

Maureen glimpses escape in the form of local man, Pato Dooley, who clearly has an eye for her. McDonagh, a confident and capable manipulator, makes it understood that Mag wont stand for this. A letter plays a pivotal part in the plot and McDonagh teases the audience with it, dangling the chance of release over Maureens head and then reeling it back in. It’s obvious from the get go the letter won’t reach its intended target and McDonagh draws this situation out as far as he can. Director Joe Hill-Gibbins creates a suitable air of tension and, on more than one occasion, the audience gasps with genuine shock and repulsion, having been made to invest in characters who then go on to do appalling things to one another.

Rosaleen Linehan is superb as the monstrous mother whose cruelty is not of the calculated kind, rather the result of selfishness and sloth; her timing is spot on and this is evident in every line she delivers, every malicious dart of the eyes. Susan Lynchs performance is equally well-pitched though shes a luminous actress and isnt quite able to play this down, is never quite as plain and dowdy as the script demands.

David Ganley and Terence Keeley, as Pato and his ever-exasperated teenage brother, both provide endearing supporting turns and the characters rain-lashed, remote existence is well-conveyed by Ultzs detailed set, a perfect evocation of their decaying, time-immune cottage, with a photo of the Kennedys on the peeling wall and box upon box of Complan in the cupboard.

This is a well-judged revival, funny but unsettlingly so, but while it doesn’t exactly shy away from the plays horrific aspect, it does seem to blunt some of the more jagged edges. This is intensified by the fact that McDonagh is now well-known for his use of shock tactics. You know there will be blood, you know it will end messily; it’s just a question of when and how.



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