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A Provincial Life, National Theatre Wales
Moments of visual beauty punctuate a Chekhov adaptation that struggles to find its focus
Since their launch just two years ago, National Theatre Wales has staged plays on a firing range, in a miner’s institute, and – most memorably – claimed the whole town of Port Talbot as their stage for Owen Sheer’s The Passion last Easter. Setting themselves the challenge of producing 12 productions in their first 12 months, this building-less company have somehow turned a modest (not to say meagre) £1 million a year subsidy into a living, risk-taking tradition of national theatre. Their latest play, Peter Gill’s Chekhov adaptation A Provincial Life, not only marks a rare visit for the company to a conventional theatre space, but sees iconic Welsh playwright Gill directing a play in his home town of Cardiff for the first time in a 50-year career.
While Gill has been London-based for the bulk of his working life, with stints at the Royal Court, National Theatre and Riverside Studios (where he was the founding director), his own writing has rarely taken its gaze from Wales, drawn repeatedly and particularly to the Cardiff landscape of his youth. While A Provincial Life (originally staged at the Royal Court in 1966) is an outwardly straight adaptation of a Chekhov short story, true to the spirit and setting of the original, his new production is striking for its Welshness – marrying Chekhov’s aesthetic sensibility to a poetic voice that is recognisably Gill’s own.
Tensions never quite cohere in this production, creating uneven performances among the large cast
In the Russian provinces of the 1890s we find Misail (Nicholas Shaw, pictured below), the son of a wealthy municipal architect (a builder of houses with “hard, stubborn expressions”), struggling with his conscience. Born to a life of respectable duty and privilege he yearns for a worker’s struggle, for an end to the hypocrisy of a bourgeois society that has “freed the peasants but enslaved the worker”. Together with his sister Cleopatra (Sara Lloyd-Gregory) and wife Maria (Alex Clatworthy) he attempts social and political rebellion and tries to find a way to live a life that marries principle and practice.
So far, so Chekhov, and neither composer Terry Davies’ folk-inflected score nor designer Alison Chitty's meticulous visual naturalism (replete with samovars and stoves) do anything to challenge this. But framing Chitty’s authentic foreground scenes are a series of shifting wall panels that alternately open up and embrace the action, staging it with calculated self-consciousness. It’s an approach echoed in Gill’s decidedly stylised direction, that demands formal gestures and blocking from his cast even while his text fills their mouths with easy vernacular cadence – often delivered here in Welsh accents.
These tensions never quite cohere in a production whose acting feels more “in translation” than its dialogue, creating some decidedly uneven performances among the large cast. In a brilliantly generous visual gesture Gill enlists an ensemble of semi-professional actors to supplement his central cast. Dressed as peasants, or the “Gogol-esque” townsfolk of Misail’s provincial home, these figures provide beautiful, fluid transitions, their silent presence rebuking a text that never gives them voice. A silent cameo from an old man in a billiard hall offers a rare moment of emotive directness.
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