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A CurtainUp London Review
The Family Reunion
The Family Reunion's subject of sin, inner torment, pollution and expiation within a 1930s drawing room emphatically juxtaposes the commonplace and the profound. However to modern audiences, the everyday mundanity of the early twentieth century, such as dressing for dinner, is almost as alien as the Aeschylean influence. The metaphysical exploration of guilt and redemption is far removed from contemporary drama, let alone the choric ritualism of verses recited in unison or the moments of Delphic oracular yet cryptic revelation. Added to the often gnomic and abstract language, is the fact that Eliot insisted upon the now hideously unfashionable medium of verse. There are therefore certain barriers to the accessibility, alongside the sheer beauty, of Eliot's poetry. Within these constraints Jeremy Herrin's direction wisely focuses on strong, clear performances in a sleekly dark production, sometimes favouring explication at the cost of visceral emotion. Sam West's Harry maintains his clipped 1930s accent throughout his haunted torment, but also manages to convey the warmth and sympathy of his tortured, if obscure, predicament. Gemma Jones puts in a doughtily formidable performance as Amy, the elderly matriarch only kept alive "by force of her personality". Penelope Wilton's Agatha adds an air of wise pragmatism to the stage, whilst Hattie Morahan gives a nuanced, lively and empathetic performance as Mary. Moreover, there is sterling support from the stately William Gaunt as the Honourable Charles Piper, the only chorus member whose blinkered vision begins to widen. The design by Bunny Christie features tall mahogany panels and casement windows, which appropriately enough add an air of genteel sombreness to the family home. Concealed at the back of the murky stage are hidden entrances to allow sudden ghostly appearances onstage. In keeping with the eerie atmosphere are the Eumenides, here portrayed as small, ghoulish boys carrying large butterfly nets in a brilliantly inspired idea to create an era-specific version of the Greek mythic avengers. This production bravely tackles a gargantuan task: a classically momentous play with unwieldy text, densely textured poetry and high-flown circumlocution. Embracing the formality and ritualism, especially of the chorus, Jeremy Herrin also finds room for innovation, not least with the Eumenides. There is a strongly-evoked sense of the past's lurking layers and the corruption of time's natural progress, as well as a chilling atmosphere of fate and lack of free will. Nevertheless, inside this tightly controlled milieu and within the precise, dated setting, expert performances hint at the timelessness of Eliot's themes.
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