Double Bill: A Lady of Substance and The Death of Norman Tortilla
Jon Cooper / Charlotte Coates
Sheer Drop Theatre
Tristan Bates Theatre
This double bill offers a harsh glimpse into the lives individuals living in London flats which isolate them from the outside world.
Both scripts brim with characters screaming at the world and each other, conflicted and tormented driven by circumstances far more complicated than apparent at first glance. There is a sense in both pieces that reality is warped and that these characters are experiencing its jagged edges. Time however, marches on and life will continue with or without their protestations of injustice. It is how they choose to deal with the injustices that will eventually define them.
A Lady of Substance by Jon Cooper
Generations clash in this production in which the worlds of a retired poet and teenage rapper collide. What ensues is a drug-filled night of confessions, passionate writing and debates about current popular culture. There is much comedy in the piece provided by the character's different viewpoints and backgrounds but there is a respect which visibly grows as they realise they are ‘the same but different.'
Tia Bannon and Joyce Greenaway bounce off each other with ease and their interplay is entirely believable. As the teenage runaway Jasmin, Bannon brings a great energy to the stage and her comic timing is excellent. Lines delivered upstage are occasionally lost, but this does not spoil the rhythm of the dialogue which is clearly measured. She manages to balance the mixture of arrogance and vulnerability in the character extremely well, carefully treading the line between a cynical knowing and a youthful naiveté.
Greenaway, as the world weary poet Cassandra, creates a sufficiently downbeat counterpart, slow to open up but quick to anger. Her performance settles as the piece develops and she clearly relishes the beautifully written monologue towards the end of the play. She conveys the intense anguish of the character beautifully using the pauses to create an appropriate melancholy and sense of bitterness.
The pace occasionally drops but the play is, for the most part, riveting. It is a tightly-written piece which features some incredibly moving poetry and many salient cultural observations. Despite strong performances, however, the script is the star of this show.
The Death of Norman Tortilla by Charlotte Coates
Set in the flat of an old man who insists that his death is imminent (and featuring a Polish care worker and an excitable salesgirl) this is a piece in which the direction of the storyline cannot be predicted in advance. It twists and turns neatly and is precisely the sort of comedy where you feel guilty for laughing at a situation which becomes increasingly absurd and disturbing.
Robert Gill is superb in the title role of Norman Tortilla, playing this complicated individual with a flamboyant and yet tragic air. The combination of his considered physicality and comical intonation creates a ridiculous and yet somehow likeable character caught up in his own world and obsessed by his desire for acceptance.
Forcing her way into his flat, Tandie (Morag Sims) gets drawn into his world and ‘relationship' with carer Jack (Nicholas Ruben) and becomes increasingly tangled in the fallout of their row.
Sims creates a bubbly yet surprisingly kinky character, and although Tandie can be considered a victim, there is clearly far more lurking beneath the surface of this young woman. There are flashes of her temper and need for control which well match the creepy outbursts from Ruben's brooding and mechanical Jack. All three actors are careful not to overplay their different versions of madness despite the air of unreality in the production.
Running at 90 minutes, this is a punchy piece which does not outstay its welcome. The situation partially resolves and the audience's brief peek into Tortilla's world swiftly ends with a shock finale. The themes of dominance and control are skilfully negotiated in this script and, with all of the revelations within, it is hard to make any moral judgements upon any of the characters. Tortilla may have been a ‘golden boy' but we can only take his word for it.
Reviewer: Amy Yorston