Jermyn Street Theatre
One day it may be possible to introduce Ellie Nunn without mentioning her parents (theatre director Sir Trevor Nunn and actress Imogen Stubbs). But when a 22-year-old fresh from Cambridge is starring in a one-woman show in the West End (albeit in an off-West End studio theatre), you’ve got to ask how she managed it.
The answer (hush you cynics) is under her own steam—or rather the combined steam of her and the production company Dippermouth, set up by friends of hers at university. They filled out the necessary application forms like everyone else and were selected by the Jermyn Street Theatre’s relatively new artistic director Anthony Biggs to put on Bombshells.
The result is a two-hour monologue in which Nunn presents six vignettes of six different women, in varying stages of life.
But don’t be fooled, this isn’t one long speech. Far from it, writer Joanna Murray-Smith creates six dynamic conversations—some between actor and audience, others between actor and half-imagined other characters—to the point where you almost forget you’re watching a single-hander.
The play opens with a day in the life of Meryl, a frantic mother with a severe inferiority complex. The scene changes to a lecture hall at the North Hetherton Cactus and Succulent League, where a timid Tiggy Entwhistle painfully stumbles through a lecture extolling the virtues of the faithful cactus plant in contrast with her unfaithful lover Harry.
Next up it’s Mary O’Donnell, the bumptious, leotard-clad, Irish schoolgirl convinced the school talent show prize is hers. After the interval there’s Theresa the Essex bride with last-minute reservations, then widow Winsome fresh from a sexual reawakening and who neatly mentions the final character, Zoe Struthers, a washed-up diva attempting a booze-addled comeback.
Nunn herself admits that, at her age, she has not experienced most of the things the women she is playing have. But this doesn’t mean she can't give it a go - something she does with gusto and sensitivity for someone without formal training. The warm depth of her voice helps in this. And there’s something of a young Kate Winslet in her facial expressions, particularly the false grimace-smile she uses to play Meryl and Winsome’s serene gaze.
Physically, Nunn is a joy to watch. Apart from a few erroneous t-shirt tugs and hair tucking, she moves with purpose and uses her body as another prop. The costume changes which, as in the original 2001 production, occur onstage, become part of the play as Nunn casts clothes from the rack and indelicately yanks tights up to her armpits. Her steely application of black eyeliner whiskers without a mirror while talking earnestly to the audience as Mary is wonderfully comic, as are the melodramatic hand and head thrusts of diva Zoe.
If anything lets down the show, it's the lack of any meaning drawing together the six female stereotypes with which we're presented. This was a criticism levelled at Murray-Smith's work when it first came out in 2001, and Germaine Greer even said of the playwright (referring to a later play) that she "holds feminism in contempt". It is a shame this production doesn't find something to hold the audience once the auditorium's laughter has faded.
Bombshells was originally written for Caroline O’Connor, the musical actress and dancer. Part of its originality as a monologue is in the dancing and singing required to play two of the characters. Nunn pulls these off spectacularly—the girl can move and boy can she sing.
Nunn insists that she would hate for people to see her choice of play as a deliberate ploy to showcase her own talents. But behind her modesty, she's savvy enough to realise that most fledging actors would kill for a solo debut at the Jermyn Street Theatre.
Reviewer: Belle Donati