CLOSER by Patrick
Marber MTC
At Fairfax Studio
until August 22, 1998
Reviewer: Kate
Herbert
"Liar, liar. Pants on fire!" Everybody lies in
English playwright, Patrick Marber's Closer. Like his chronic gamblers in
Dealer's Choice, they are all out of control but in Closer the lack of control
relates to love..
Dan (Marco Chiappi), a needy, aspiring novelist who writes
obituaries, meets Alice, (Asher Keddie) a brazen 20 year-old stripper, when she
walks into London traffic without looking. This is how she lives her life.
Anna, (Jane Menelaus) a stylish photographer, meets Dan when
she takes his publicity shot for his soon-to-fail novel. Larry, (Robert
Menzies), a dermatologist and social primitive, encounters Anna, by Dan's
contrivance, in an aquarium. They all fall in love: serial monogamy. Ah, the
nineties!
The characters are not likeable but the actors are. Menelaus
is subtle and magnetic as Anna, Chiappi plays Dan as the hopeless romantic,
Keddie is a perky Alice and Menzies is a suitably unpleasant and vulgar Larry.
The secrecy of guilty sex is attractive. These modern people
are easily bored or disillusioned. They crave their fantasies made real.
Designer, Judith Cobb's romantic blue moon looms over the
space that is piled with furniture echoing the temporary state of all four
relationships.
But Marber's people, despite several split ups and lots of
tears, never manage to gain our sympathy or elicit our compassion. They remain
shallow and lack warmth. The actors rattle around in the cavernous space as if
it is too huge to allow them to be intimate.
The problem is not in performances nor in Bruce Myles sleek
direction, but in the writing. The dialogue is often funny but never penetrates
the surface. They speak in glib phrases that alienate us. The narrative is
entertaining but thin. Marber places all dramatic moments off stage.
His history in stand-up comedy writing may keep Marber
distant from the personal. He is one of the international wave of young men who
have been too quickly promoted onto the mainstage.
His women.speak like men, almost as the mouthpiece for male
fantasies. The two men engage in a funny, grotesque internet sex chat, Dan
pretending to be a woman to tease his unwitting victim. The internet chat is
sexual in a pornographic, adolescent way. These days, we are unshockable.
Men's attitude to pornography is still the main lapse in
understanding between genders. Women speak a different language. Larry should
have guessed it was a man on the other end of his cyber fantasy. We hope all
men are not trapped in this phallo-centric stage.
By Kate Herbert
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