Pilot
Theatre and York Theatre Royal
at
the
New Wolsey Theatre Ipswich
16.10.2012
Half
a
century
since
that
angry
young
man
Sillitoe
saw
his
seminal
story
filmed.
It's
all
about
class,
that
curse
of
British
society.
The
disparity
of
opportunity,
and
of
aspiration,
between
rich
and
poor,
haves
and
have-nots.
This
is
not
a
problem
which
has
gone
away,
but
society
and
its
tribes
have
become
more
complex
than
we
could
have
imagined
back
then.
So
Roy
Williams
has
his
work
cut
out
to
set
his
adaptation
in
2012,
in
the
shadow
of
the
Olympics,
the
riots
and
Cameron's
coalition.
But
though
it
has
a
very
different
feel
from
the
original,
a
shift
of
perspective,
perhaps,
the
anger
is
still
there,
and
this
hard-hitting
production
remains
fiercely
faithful
to
the
passionate
intensity
of
the
short
story.
Director
Marcus
Romer
is
helped
by
a
remarkably
effective
set
and
an
excellent
acting
company.
Two
massive
screens
form
a
backdrop;
on
them
we
see
projected
surreal
images,
the
private
thoughts
in
the
mind
of
the
runner.
Through
them
we
glimpse
the
world
outside
the
YOI:
family,
friends,
authority
figures
who
then
join
the
protagonist
centre
stage
for
key
moments
in
his
life
story.
And
across
the
stage,
a
nine-foot
treadmill,
on
which
Colin
Smith
really
runs
while
delivering
his
many
monologues.
He's
running
the
race
in
real
time,
with
flashbacks
and
memories
from
within
his
mind.
So
no
interval
– we
have
to
match
his
pace
in
this
marathon.
He
is
played
with
very
convincing
attitude
by
Elliot
Barnes-Worrell.
We
sense
his
frustration,
the
innate
intelligence
struggling
to
find
expression.
His
final
existential
choice
still
has
the
power
to
shock
and
provoke
debate.
Influences
for
the
good
in
his
life
include
his
dying
father,
dreaming
of
socialism
[Richard
Pepple,
who
also
gives
us
a
loathsome
fancy-man],
and
first
girlfriend
Kenisha,
sincerely
played
by
Savannah
Gordon-Liburd.
But
not
Stevens,
an
outwardly
well-meaning
man
from
the
Home
Office.
Superbly
characterized
by
Dominic
Gately,
he
tries
to
get
down
with
the
troubled
Colin,
encouraging
him
to
run,
and
then
to
race,
until
at
the
critical
moment
his
true
feelings
are
revealed.
Strong
support
from
Jack
McMullen
as
a
feckless
friend,
and
Doreene
Blackstock
as
Colin's
Mum.
An
impressive
revival,
even
if
the
updating
sometimes
jarred.
Hard
to
believe,
in
2012,
in
an
athletic
competition
between
Borstal
and
Public
School.
Or
in
a
cash
box
carelessly
left
in
a
branch
of
Greggs.
The
street
patois
elicited
giggles
from
the
many
youngsters
in
the
theatre,
and
this
version
will
probably
date
faster
that
Sillitoe's
story.
The
central
metaphor,
though,
is
as
telling
as
ever,
with
the
troubled
youngster
running
to
escape,
to
find
himself.
"All
that
counts
is
what
I
think,"
he
tells
us.
"I'm
a
long-distance
runner.
That's
it."
this piece first appeared on The Public Reviews
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