Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Theatre review: riverrun
I wish I could say riverrun made me appreciate the much-maligned Finnegan's Wake, and if there's a performer who could do that it's Fouéré. Her voice lulls, chills and seems to sing as she stands in front of a microphone and delivers an impassioned rendition of the words.
But the words are the problem. Never mind Ulysses, I never got further than A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, so Finnegan's Wake was never going to be on the cards for me. And riverrun doesn't make me regret this omission from my reading. The way Fouéré delivers the monologue has an undeniable poetic beauty, and in those sections where the wordplay is basically a stream of malapropisms, makes a surprising amount of sense out of it. But these moments are brief, and essentially little jokes.
The rest of it is so wilfully impenetrable that it could be a different language, which you could argue is the point. It could have been an hour of an actor speaking in a language I don't speak: I could appreciate the rhythms, but if there's any kind of progression then it was lost on me. You could take any five minutes out of the show and swap them with another five and I wouldn't know the difference. So any minute over five that this show lasted, was a minute too many for me.
riverrun by Olwen Fouéré, based on Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce, is booking until the 22nd of March at the National Theatre's Shed.
Running time: 1 hour 10 minutes straight through.