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Ghosts


I picked a single knot and the whole fabric started to unravel -- Mrs. Alving

Francesca Annis
Francesca Annis (Photo:John Haynes
Ibsen's Ghosts is one of my favourite plays. It is a tale of secrets and lies. Although each terrible revelation can no longer shock me as it did on first viewing, there is an intensity and a development of the story of this woman burdened by her husband's dissolute past that is consistently satisfying. Ibsen's Ghosts whisper at us as we see history repeating itself as Mrs Alving hears her son flirting with the maid, just as her own husband once did in the same kitchen. This interpretation seemed to emphasise the vulnerability of Mrs Alving rather than her controlling motherhood.

The performances in this production are rather fine. Here we have a more likeable, less bitter than usual Mrs. Alving, played by the delightful Francesca Annis and Anthony Andrews' Pastor Manders as gullible as he is stiff and pompous. Martin Hutson is convincingly normal in the difficult role of the sickly Oswald whose self blame is gently removed by his mother as she explains that it was not his own but his father's behaviour that has caused his illness. I do not remember any previous Mrs Alving saying that her husband had no outlet in this small town for his passionate nature. There is obvious affection here between mother and son. Robin Soans is up to the wheedling, ingratiating, squirming Jakob Engstrand who twists the Parson round his little finger. It is Manders who is the real villain, a bully, a hypocrite, the man who sent the young Mrs Alving back "to do her duty" to her syphilitic husband. Forget Sebastian Flyte, (Andrews' role in Brideshead Revisited). Anthony Andrews has a great future playing villains! Sarah Tansey completes the cast as Regina, the ambitious maid who does not know that she is related to the Alvings. Her indignant scene at the end of the play is a nice switch from agreeable to "gloves off"" bitterness as she opens up the wounds of resentment.

The new translation by Richard Harris has contemporary moments which might grate for some: a few "Whatever!"s and Regina telling the family "Anyway you slice it . . ." but that apart, it is a very good production, acted in style. Robin Phillips' direction does not allow the play to slow to Nordic angst. Paul Farnsworth's steely grey set of glass panelled walls, furniture painted in Scandanavian blues allow us to conjure up the mists swirling off the fjord. Water pours down the glass as it rains incessantly but when the orphanage goes up in flames, in the glass red lighting reflects the fire. Oswald's famous final lines (Would these have been a pun on son in Norwegian?) "The sun, the sun" have natural sunlight streaming onto the stage as the light goes out in Oswald's mind.

For a review of a production that's part of a complete Ibsen series in New York, Go Here

GHOSTS
Written by Henrik Ibsen
in a new version by Richard Harris
Directed by Robin Phillips

Starring: Francesca Annis, Anthony Andrews
With: Sarah Tansey, Robin Soans, Martin Hutson
Design: Paul Farnsworth
Lighting Design: John B Read
Running time: Two hours with an interval
Box Office: 020 7369 1731
Booking to 23rd June 2001
Reviewed by Lizzie Loveridge based on 5th April 2001 performance at the Comedy Theatre Panton Street London SW1
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