Enron @ Noel Coward Theatre, London

cast list
Tim Pigott-Smith, Samuel West, Amanda Drew, Tom Goodman-Hill, Gillian Budd, Peter Caulfield, Howard Charles, Susannah Fellows, Stephen Fewell, Tom Godwin, Orion Lee, Eleanor Matsuura, Ashley Rolfe, Ewan Wardrop, Trevor White

directed by
Rupert Goold
Lucy Prebbles ambitious and assured play about the spectacular collapse of the energy company Enron, the biggest bankruptcy in American history, comes to the West End by way of the Royal Court and Chichester, trailing a comet tail of glittering reviews in its wake.

A Broadway transfer is now also imminent. Going to see this show knowing all this, it’s inevitable that ones expectations will be high given all thats been said and written, how could they not be?

Fortunately the production is, in its own, sometimes overwhelming way, quite dazzling.Rupert Goold directs with a characteristic level of visual invention and exuberance though he sometimes trowels on the different theatrical techniques.
There are song and dance numbers, video projections, puppetry and even a choreographed sequence with light sabres, yet his approach to the material, though it can feel excessive, also feels apt. The production demands your attention. Its glossy and unstoppable, which seems entirely fitting.

Beneath all Goolds glitter, Prebbles play is quite conventional in terms of structure. She depicts in a linear and comparatively straightforward way Enrons path to implosion as the company is steered into ever more risky waters by its ambitious CEO Jeffrey Skilling (Samuel West) and by the fawning but fiscally creative Andy Fastow (Tom Goodman-Hill).

For a while things seem fine. The share price keeps climbing and Skilling keeps pushing the company onwards, expanding into new markets but the money simply isnt there. Having purposefully moved Enron away from dealing in the things you can hold into more theoretical trading territory, Skillings profits are virtual, his debts are mounting. When Fastow suggests a legal loophole that might allow them to camouflage this, at least until things improve, Skilling is intrigued. Neither of them believe they can fail (Skilling proudly describes himself not just as “smart” but as “fucking smart”); it simply doesnt occur to them that things might go wrong.

Prebble is careful not to make Skilling into a one-dimensional villain. Though never exactly sympathetic, she does at least make him human, a thing she achieves primarily via scenes showing his slightly baffled interactions with his young daughter (they count dollar bills together). At the same time she does not shy away from showing how his hubris devastated lives; the collapse of the company stripped many employees of their life savings and left them with nothing.

Wests superb performance gives the production its pulse. In his hands Skilling is an enigmatic and intriguing figure, highly intelligent, ruthless and manipulative when needs be, and utterly convinced of his own brilliance, but also undoubtedly passionate about what he does. Its clear that greed is only one of many motivating factors; his is a familiar dramatic trajectory, the archetypal rise and fall only when he falls he takes a whole heap of people with him. Physically, West transforms himself repeatedly as the play progresses. From a portly outsider with unfortunate hair at the start he morphs into the epitome of the slick executive and then, as the full reality of the situation comes to light, he subtly conveys Skillings unravelling.

As company chairman Ken Lay, Tim Pigott-Smith is more of a conventional boo-hiss figure with a reptilian steeliness concealed beneath his friendly gee-shucks exterior. Goodman-Hill is also impressive as the smart but socially awkward and rather repellent Fastow.

Goolds directorial approach can be playful and witty, but often when hes drawn to a particular visual device, he cant resist returning to it again and again. The first use of dinosaur-headed performers to represent the raptors (the term used by Fastow to describe his debt guzzling scheme) is both striking and amusing, a deft way of making something quite complex more easily graspable, but their impact is diluted by Goolds repeated use of them.

Some of the imagery feels forced and overdone. The use of three blind mice in the opening sequence lacks subtly and the paralleling of the panicked shredding of incriminating Enron paperwork with the raining debris of the World Trade Centre is simply crass and unnecessary.

Though the production is, in the main, a fascinating and exciting, if inevitably condensed, depiction of one of the defining events of the last decade, there are several moments where it’s tempting to call out to the stage and say: “yes OK, point made, we get it already.”

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