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Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Harold Pinter Theatre

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Harold Pinter Theatre

Humour and vitriol contend in a tightly orchestrated production of Albee's celebrated play

Imelda Staunton as Martha in Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?Johan Persson

Martha is described in the script of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? as "a large, boisterous woman...ample but not fleshy". Imelda Staunton is petite, neat and trim, not obvious casting for the female lead in Edward Albee's most famous play. But she has formidable, coiled-spring energy and, when she wishes, a rasping voice that can cut like a hacksaw. She is less a blousy seductress, more a quick, flick-tongued viper. Martha's husband George should be "thin, hair going grey". Conleth Hill (pictured below right) is indeed grey-haired, but rounded and twice Staunton's size. If Hill looks too comfortable, too cushioned to be the downtrodden, old-before-his-time failure despised by his wife, when humiliated he can be deflated as if punctured. And with a mere look he can be oh-so-cleverly ironic.

As a picture of a toxic marriage, James Macdonald's stylishly orchestrated West End production works as well as ever. It is 1962. George is an associate history professor in a provincial New England university where Martha's father is president. George was head of department during the war but – unfortunately for him – all his colleagues returned unscathed and his career is in the doldrums. Martha takes every opportunity to voice her disappointment in her husband, but they share a complicated fantasy, a cocoon which nevertheless provides them with ammunition against each other.

Conleth Hill as George in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?Saddled with the names of the Washingtons – perhaps to suggest a wider falling apart of American, even Western, civilisation and with a teasing echo of the importance of truth-telling – they rip emotional chunks out of each other while demonstrating a painful, ultimately exclusive, closeness. For all their cruelty, they need each other and glimmers of genuine love, or at least a memory of it, steal through the vitriol.

The title was among graffiti Albee had seen years earlier scrawled on a mirror in a Greenwich Village bar. He thought it a good academic joke, a play on "Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?" which he interpreted as "who's afraid of living life without false illusions?" False illusions are at the core of this play.

One Saturday night, after a faculty party, Martha invites a new member of the academic staff to their dull campus house (designed in mud colours by Tom Pye) for drinks. Nick, a biologist, is blond, good looking and an accomplished boxer; his giggly wife, Honey, is naive, mousy and given to puking. They are a necessary audience for the play-flaying but are also drawn into it as Martha humiliates George by flirting outrageously with Nick and George in turn takes his revenge. Luke Treadaway and Imogen Poots (pictured below) give the younger couple, playing their own games of pretended perfection, real presence in a paler version of their hosts' imprisoning marriage.

Imogen Poots as Honey in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?Albee said more than once that he could think of nothing worse than reaching the end of life and realising you hadn't really lived it. This alcohol-fuelled quartet seem bent on just such an outcome. Disappointment – about status, about children – dogs both couples. Male competitiveness simmers. Macdonald's production also makes clear the power of one generation over the next. It is no accident that George deals in the past, history, and Nick in the future, science. And the personality of the wife's father looms large over both couples.

Albee, who died in September 2016, once said the play (and later the 1966 film starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton which won five Oscars) "hung about my neck like a shining medal of some sort – really nice but a trifle onerous." In later years, having won three Pulitzer Prizes and numerous awards, he went on to a late-flowering period, including The Goat or Who Is Sylvia?, soon to open in London, but Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? still shines as his landmark play.

Staunton and Hill, although unusual casting (but sanctioned by Albee himself) present a couple who are equals in intelligence, malignity and mutual need and who know exactly how to hurt each other. They are also both brilliant comic performers: Hill's laconic, snide precision is a perfect complement to Staunton's louche loudness and they find every scrap of poisonous humour in a tight, toxic duet. The stripping away of the delusion by which they have lived (and even after more than half a century it seems necessary not to spell it out) causes an unforgettable animal howl from Staunton; for the moment George has won.

Hill's laconic, snide precision is a perfect complement to Staunton's louche loudness

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