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Sunset at the Villa Thalia, National Theatre

Sunset at the Villa Thalia, National Theatre

Downton’s Elizabeth McGovern stars in enjoyable new play about Greece

Who laughs last? Pippa Nixon, Sam Crane and Elizabeth McGovern in ‘Sunset at the Villa Thalia’. Bill Knight for theartsdesk

Greece has had a bad press in recent years. A place that used to conjure up visions of lazy days on sun-soaked islands, with summer food and warm seas, now just reminds us of the migration crisis, bodies in the water and economic collapse. The country is used as an example of the failure of the Euro, and of the iniquity of the IMF. It is a place of poverty, and riots; a symbol of the age of austerity. A basket case; a warning. Now Elizabeth McGovern, who sheds her Edwardian Downton Abbey garb for groovy 1960s wear, stars in a play about Greece that explores that country’s troubled postwar history in the decades before the current meltdown.

April 1967, and the Mediterranean sun is blazing down on a peasant cottage on the Greek island of Skiathos. It’s being rented by an English thirtysomething arty couple, playwright Theo and actress Charlotte. After a chance meeting, they invite an older American pair, Harvey and June (McGovern splendid in a bottle-blonde wig), over for drinks. As the alcohol flows, it emerges that Harvey is not just an excitable word junkie, but also that he “works for the Government” (code for CIA). When the Greek owners of the cottage arrive, on the eve of emigrating to Australia because of their country’s poverty, Harvey suggests that Theo and Charlotte should buy the house.

The metaphor of the house
is beautifully resonant

As night falls on the soon-to-be-renamed Villa Thalia, the themes of the play creep out of its cellar: the influence of America on nations where many support the Communists (the programme tells us that a right wing military coup is taking place in Athens); the power of finance; the role of art in articulating the anxieties of society; and the manipulative power of language, especially the language of persuasion and fantasy (spin, if you like). How much has the charismatic Harvey been involved in the coup? And why is he helping this rather undistinguished English couple?

For answers we have to wait until the second half of the evening, which is set in 1976, after the fall of the colonels and the start of a new democracy. McGovern, who as Harvey’s drink-guzzling wife doesn’t have much to do in the first half, soon blossoms in the second, with some great comic timing and bright one-liners. The addition of two little children lightens the mood. Then, once again, the atmosphere darkens as the sun sets, and old scores, both personal and political, are finally and dramatically settled.

Alexi Kaye Campbell writes with an appealing facility, and there is good balance between jokes and more serious passages. I also loved the contrast between the characters, Harvey the word magician who represents American world dominance, June the airhead whose vulnerability and pain shows the nether side of this enterprise, Theo the rather ineffectual creative and, best of all, Charlotte the truth-telling English moralist who bites off more than she can chew. And the metaphor of the house, as well as vivid political images (such as that of the lone Chilean mother who keeps calling for her disappeared pianist son after the military coup of 9/11 1973), are beautifully resonant.

Simon Godwin’s excellent production finds a convincing mix of social comedy and Greek tragedy, and there are some wonderful moments, such as the dance sequence. The cast bring out the fun as well as the pathos of this tale of cultural appropriation and middle-class guilt, with good performances not only from McGovern, but also from Ben Miles (Harvey), Pippa Nixon (Charlotte) and Sam Crane (Theo). Hildegard Bechtler’s heavy concrete set, with its looming edifice, forms a solid background to what is surely Kaye Campbell’s most heartfelt play. If some moments in the first half feel a touch hurried, the climax, however predictable, delivers on its promise. Yes, this is a state-of-the-nation play where not only Americans but Brits too are indicted for exploiting poorer countries.



A real disappointment. McGovern is more than watchable and it's a gorgeous set but the premise that people who buy a house in good faith are then responsible for the fate of the former owners is just silly and a failed metaphor.. 

Really? the situations are  analogous? the destruction of Chilean democracy and  the  oppolrtunism of  buying the house form  desperate and rather unattractively portrayed  people ? come off it - it made for an irritating evening 

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