The sphincter of modern life as viewed from a grimy, and
gritty (well they live by the beach so sand in the house must be hell) American
marriage is both absurd and fascinating in
Mongrel Thumb’s production of
The Dead Monkey.
From the minute you enter the smaller space of the
Park Theatre it is as if you are transported to California where the sun, sand
and surf are so enticing that people just drop out of life. Sure you may be
living in poverty but what a lifestyle with linoleum floors, distressed furniture,
an endless supply of oranges. But it is all incredibly evocative and alluring.
It is this lifestyle that is where Hank and Dolores
come from. But all is not well. The play opens with a vet standing over a dead monkey. Their pet monkey. He died from old age. And that is just the start
of their problems.
As the play unfolds it becomes apparent that this layabout
lifestyle has taken its toll on more than just the monkey. After fifteen years
of surfing and monkeying around, this marriage is on the brink.
The piece is both hilarious and dark. It varies between the
two so much that you are not really shocked about how things pan out.
Nick Darke’s play is so layered with meaning and witty
observations you could have endless conversations about the piece long after
the show. Lost youth, pets as an excuse to perpetuate an exhausted
relationship, dirty bare feet (actually that’s probably more to do with dust
from the set); there are so many different meanings to this piece.
Central to the success of the piece are the terrific
performances by the two leads.
Ruth Gibson plays Dolores, a lady who has a
natural gift for dealing with animals. She transforms from what at first
appears to be a ditsy blonde to a resourceful yet trapped person. There is a
scene in the second half of the piece where she returns after confronting a
friend and you realise that she is cunning, but not clever enough to move out
of a doomed relationship.
James Lance with his little pot belly, overgrown moustache
and not very successful job as a salesman “gunning down the highway” selling
crap, strikes you at first as mostly harmless. But the cleverness in his
transformation is how by the second half of the show that this dopey demeanour
hides a bitterness and resentment about what he has become over time.
The Dead Monkey is writer Nick Darke’s most famous play, and
this production comes ten years after his death, and almost thirty years since
it was first performed by the RSC at the Barbican. Time seems to have made it as
relevant as ever.
Yet another classy production from Mongrel Thumb, directed by Hannah Price. And anything with a monkey in the show gets me into it... It runs
through to 4 July. Don’t miss it.
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Photo credits: Production photos.
