Last night, the Broadway production of the hit play The Inheritance won several Tony Awards at the ceremony celebrating all things theatre in 2020. I was so glad to hear this, as the production I saw twice in London - first the two parts at the original Young Vic, then the transfer over the river to the Noël Coward Theatre, was an emotional rollercoaster, from start to finish. Matthew López’s play was set in New York, and explores the love between gay men a generation after the AIDS epidemic.
Tonight, I’m at one of my favourite theatrical spaces, the illustrious Olivier theatre, the largest performance area at the National Theatre. I was glad to be back, my first visit since before the COVID closure, and especially after my rant yesterday about the NT's unfair ticketing policy. When I found my seat, in the circle gods, I was a bit shocked at what I saw on stage.
My heart did sink a bit, as one of the delights of the Olivier for me was this amazing complex stage that has created some of my most memorable theatrical images. From Frankenstien to War Horse, or the recently experienced Irish landscape for Friel's Translations. I really hope this ugly eye-sore of a seating bank is temporary, as I’d hate for every show I see here to be in the round. Having already mentioned The Inheritance, my thoughts returned to the original empty grey-traversed-space at the Young Vic, with a large company to fill it. Another similarity is the theme of both plays, as HIV and tragically AIDS are key to both productions.
With less talk of AIDS these days, certainly as a tragic death sentence it was back at the beginning of the 1980’s, and the rise in use of PrEP which protects people from catching the HIV virus, I felt the play had lost a lot of its power. I was only ten years old in 1983, so I only caught the fear of the epidemic through horrendous gravestone TV adverts and the ‘don’t die of ignorance’ warnings. From my cosy Welsh cocoon, I was lucky enough not to know anyone who caught or painfully died from the virus, well not openly known anyway. As all the tv and theatre shows named above recall, the fear and ignorance, the shame and the forced silence that accompanied this disease, especially within families, was as deadly as the virus itself. The emotional pain of the period comes from the appalling way these loved ones were treated, from deserted hospital wards to being bagged up and left outside by the garbage, as this particular play recalls.
The Normal Heart (PREVIEW), Olivier - National Theatre ★★
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