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The Roman Bath Offered
as part of a Bulgarian season at the Arcola, Stanislav Stratlev's 1974
comedy is a satire on bureaucracy - do Eastern Europeans write any
other sort of satire? - and a knockabout farce, that is more successful
as the first than the second. Ivan returns from a
rare holiday to be told that workmen have discovered a perfectly
preserved Roman bath under his floorboards. In rapid order his
home is invaded by a TV crew, an ambitious archaeologist, the digger’s
neglected girlfriend, an art smuggler, a sexy estate agent, the local
Party boss, a lifeguard (because the rule is that all public baths must
have a lifeguard, even if they’re ancient artefacts with no water in
them), a passing deaf-mute (for no particular reason) and an intercom
with attitude. So the opportunities for satire are obviously there, most effectively in the slightly monstrous capitalist hustlers and Party guy, and in the just-doing-my-job lifeguard. The other characters, at least as presented in this adaptation by Justin Butcher directed by Russell Bolam, just aren’t larger-than-life enough to be satirically effective. That suggests that
director Bolam isn’t fully attuned to the needs of the genre, just as
the play’s limited success as farce also seems to be his fault. He hasn’t grasped
the fact that speed is of the essence in farce, and that if we get a
moment to think - even worse, if poor Ivan gets a moment to catch his
breath - the whole thing is in danger of collapsing or looking plain
silly. And the production
is far too leisurely - even when one character is chasing another
around with an axe while a woman performs a strip tease and the
lifeguard is looking for someone to save, you’re more aware of the
quiet moments than of the hubbub. If everything had
more of a snap to it and a relentless forward impetus, and if the
quieter characters, like the archaeologist, were played at the cartoon
level of some of the others, this could be a laugh-a-minute romp. As it
is, it’s more like a chuckle every few minutes, with a lot of dead
space in between. As Ivan, Ifan
Meredith has some of the charm and all-elbows comic awkwardness of a
young Jim Dale, with hints that he could play a funnier panicked
exasperation if directed that way. Lloyd Woolf rightly plays the
lifeguard utterly straight, letting the absurdity of the situation
generate his laughs for him, but Bo Poraj as the archaeologist has been
left stranded by his director with nothing funny to add to the
proceedings. Gerald Berkowitz Return to TheatreguideLondon home page. Review - The Roman Bath - Arcola 2010 |
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