I must admit I haven’t been to Birmingham’s Blue Orange for a shamefully long time, but, invited by author Darren Haywood whose last play was a jaw-droppingly clever proto-sitcom, I just couldn’t wait.
He’s always been sharp as a dramatist but this time he’s surpassed himself with this unsettling conspiracy theorist’s dream about the last hours of Marilyn Monroe that had the hairs on the back of my neck rising with horrified excitement. This subtly powerful drama is the real thing, and frankly I wish some of our local heavily-subsidised theatres could sponsor anything nearly as good.
The beautiful Tania Staite is marvellous as the heartbreakingly headstrong and vulnerable star Marilyn, while Dru Stephenson is delightfully ambiguous as her publicist/friend/minder Pat. Martin Rossen hits just the right note her highly suspect psychiatrist Ralph Greenson while Ellie Darvill similarly catches exactly the guarded watchfulness appropriate to the housekeeper of a star whose every moment was under observation almost as a matter of state.
It’s a conspiracy theorist’s dream, and all the more powerfully convincing for that. But the real charm of this marvellous play lies in its subtly powerful telling of this all-too human story of a huge but fragile talent, used, brutalised and then dispensed with by the utterly powerful figures soon in their turn, as were the Kennedy brothers, to be tossed aside by the heartless forces of history.
Full marks to the Blue Orange for providing a home for this marvellous production. There is a discerning public out there, and they deserve to see more top class theatre like this. I recognised quite a few midlands stars who’d sneaked in to see this great show the same night I did. Catch it before the run ends.