“The Faction,” an “imaginative,”
“contemporary,” and “dynamic,” ensemble performed an adaptation by Mark
Leipacher of Patricia Highsmith’s The Talented Mr Ripley at the Stephen Joseph
Theatre today. Sadly, the promise of a “stripped
back aesthetic, combining an inventive ensemble physicality with a rigorous
interrogation of text, bridging the gap between the classic repertoire and new
writing,” failed to fill more than 20% of the auditorium for the matinee.
I thought the
cast was excellent but the production fell between two stools; a “visceral reimagining”
of the original and a stand-alone crime drama for first time viewing. As the
former, it disappointed. The in your face eroticism was gratuitous (Highsmith
knew her readers had imaginations and teased us accordingly) whilst the main
males, Tom, Dick and Peter all came out as committed homosexuals, presumably
to a chorus of Arts Council cash registers.
Most importantly, Tom, played by Christopher Hughes, fine actor though
he is, presented the character as somewhat hapless and rather buffeted by
events. There was little to admire in his Tom Ripley. Highsmith’s Ripley, on
the other hand, is calculating, ruthless and completely without conscience yet outwardly
utterly charming – the archetypal psychopath. There is something in Highsmith’s
Ripley that many males might like to have been themselves, albeit in the
privacy of their dreams or, at least, beyond the detection range of politically correct vigilantes. Christopher Hughes’ Ripley was
more to be pitied, particularly during his frequent slightly hysterical monologue
commentaries. As a stand-alone drama, I
imagine that the complexity of
the plot, the inability of some of the actors to project their voice to the
back of the hall and the frequent use of nudge nudge theatrical metaphors made the basic story difficult enough to follow, never mind
getting to grips with the psychology of the main characters. Our friends, who
had not read the book, were perplexed.
All round, at £28 per ticket despite the “the generous support of
Arts Council England,” we were grateful that the pre-theatre lunch at Lazenby’s in Scarborough,
once again, had not disappointed.