Wonderland featured miners at the bottom of the tunnel rather than a white rabbit, her Labyrinth offers up bankers instead of David Bowie and muppets. In fact the reference that most often came to mind was Lucy Prebble's ENRON, as Labyrinth too aims to illustrate more recent financial collapse through the story of a historical one - in this case the late 1970s / early 1980s mountain of debt that crippled South America. Hampstead Theatre have brought back their recent discover Sean Delaney and put a whole show on his shoulders as John, son of a fraudster and determined to make a fortune in a more reputable way himself. He's taken on by a bank that specialises in making loans to foreign governments, and learns from Alpha male Charlie (Tom Weston-Jones) how the world is run on behind-the-scenes handshake deals.
John starts as the voice of conscience, uncomfortable with the fact that his job
essentially amounts to making overly optimistic risk-assessment reports to justify
deals that were always going to be done anyway.
It is, of course, a policy that happens to implicate John if and when everything
goes tits up, but by that time he's been thoroughly sucked into the adrenaline of
million-dollar deals in which loans pay for other loans, confidently given out on
the basis that a whole country can't go bankrupt. Labyrinth runs on energy,
surprisingly low on light moments except when we occasionally see conversations
between Eric Kofi Abrefa and Matt Whitchurch, as co-workers of John and Charlie's
who are actually attempting to have lives outside of their jobs.
The comparisons to ENRON keep coming in Anna Ledwich's production, whose
traverse set (from Andrew D Edwards) is surrounded by neon mazes, the action
sometimes interrupted by surreal movement sequences, actors wearing seal and penguin
masks rather than velociraptors. To be honest it's an influence Ledwich would have
done better to play down rather than embrace so much, as it not only feels
derivative but comes off the worse in comparison. The dance/fantasy sequences in
particular feel tacked on and out of place with the rest of the play, despite a
subplot that sees John's father (Philip Bird) return from prison, which puts a
question mark over John's mental state even before he develops a massive coke habit.
In fact like much of the work on character, this look at John's fracturing mental
state is underdeveloped, and while Delaney has the charisma to keep us interested
for the two and a half hours, he doesn't quite have the experience to wring out
personality from something of a generic character (but his terrible gakked-up '80s
dancing is kinda hot, don't @ me.) Overall Steel is stronger on concisely telling
the story of a forgotten - it suits the system for it to be forgotten, so business
can carry on as usual - financial crash. Labyrinth is often effectively
thriller-like, but doesn't quite pull off the human element.
Labyrinth by Beth Steel is booking until the 8th of October at Hampstead Theatre.
Running time: 2 hours 30 minutes including interval.
Photo credit: Manuel Harlan.