REVIEW: Alan Ayckbourn’s The Trial Of Romeo Oscar, Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, until October 3 ****

Frances Marshall’s Allistra Clay, left, Elizabeth Boag’s Devaney Dyer, Leigh Symonds’s Octavius and Richard Stacey’s RSDO 83 in Alan Ayckbourn’s The Trial Of Romeo Oscar. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

YOU might think it would be impossible for Alan Ayckbourn still to come up with a first in his seventh decade as a playwright.

Wrong! You should know better! Play number 92 is his inaugural courtroom drama, but one set in a dystopian future in a first of its own: the first murder trial of a non-human in the year 2194, with the undercurrent of a detective story bubbling away too.

In a riff on the infamous promotional tagline for Ridley Scott’s 1979 science-fiction horror movie Alien, Ayckbourn pronounces that “in space no-one can hear you dream”: the first indication of the play’s lament for the decreasing role of the arts, whether theatre or music, whether Shakespeare or Tchaikovsky, on the educational curriculum now, let alone 168 years henceforward.

Latterly, Ayckbourn has switched between writing about the past and the future, but all the while commenting on the present that constantly disappoints, even disturbs, him.

Richard Stacey’s RSDO 83 and Olivia Woolhouse’s Hermione Quinque re-enacting the the tomb scene from Shakespeare’s Romeo And Juliet in the courtroom in The Trial Of Romeo Oscar. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

Rather than the grouchiness of ornery old age, his writing remains vibrant, innovative, full of wit and wisdom, surprise and mischief, more sage than rage in delivery at 87.

You will hear his recorded voice too in his original soundscape for The Trial Of Romeo Oscar, whether pronouncing the request for mobile phones to be switched to mute or announcing the journey from the surface to Defence Suite 19 of the Subterranean Hub 19, 27 levels down in the Citrus Legal Complex, and later, for Act II, some days later, to Courtroom 3  on Level 3 of Kevin Jenkins’ futuristic set design.

The Citrus Corporation runs everything, both the lay of the parched land and the law of the land, now that central government has been replaced by big corporations. It is uncomfortably close to today’s march of AI, the rise of the tech brothers and Elon Musk brandishing his Doge chainsaw at the Conservative Political Action Conference.

On Earth, or Terra as it is now called, trees and house plants are confined to museums, music has been replaced by bleeps and beats (isn’t that happening already?!) and Shakespeare is no longer taught to the likes of Elizabeth Boag’s Devaney Dyer, the Firebrand Corporation’s Yorkshire-blunt chief engineer, whose skills are in her hands.

Alan Ayckbourn: First courtroom drama in his 92nd play. Picture: Tony Bartholomew, 2020

She is repairing Richard Stacey’s RSDO 83, a war hero from recent days, to prepare this battered military-issue android to face trial for killing a 13-year-old girl who had been in his care since her parents took their own lives. 

RSDO 83’s reconstruction is being overseen by Leigh Symonds’s Assistant Arbiter Octavius, a sanguine humanoid court official, who learns new words, aphorisms and phrases each day in a running joke by Ayckbourn that delights in the vagaries of the English language.

This is typical of the slower-than-usual release of accumulative humour in Ayckbourn’s script, where so much exposition is necessary to set up the milieu: a world outwardly unfamiliar and yet redolent of the woes and wars of today.

Once the characters and their characterisation, their tropes and mannersisms, become familiar, their interaction leads to drama that is both gravely serious and yet waspish in its wit underneath the troubled surface.

Leigh Symonds’s Assistant Arbiter Octavius, left, keeps his head down as Russell Richardson’s judge, Arbiter Jefferies, makes his point. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

RSDO 83 may be the accused in the legal landmark case, but humanity is on trial as Ayckbourn asks the question: What makes us human? Art, music, literature, as much as science, is the answer of a playwright who has long been fascinated by science fiction.

Allistra Clay (York actress Frances Marshall) is appointed RSDO 83’s defence counsel on the grounds that she will know nothing about the case, as she is from Titan. Titan, however, is milk and honey by comparison with the Earth. Not caught up in the war, it still values music and literature, and so she can call on her knowledge of Romeo And Juliet for this new tale of Romeo Oscar and a girl called Juliet that will mirror the tragic path of Shakespeare’s play.

The case for the defence will be laid out with the aid of Olivia Woolhouse’s Hermione Quinque, a waitress picked from multiple theatre trainees to play Juliet. This is the cue for Ayckbourn’s in-jokes about there being nothing new in most actors being unemployed or forming a company called Spare Parts.

Later, he will top those quips with Hermione saying she could do her part in the trial again as she had been better in rehearsal. You can sense Ayckbourn’s years of experience in the rehearsal room pouring out into this biting dialogue.

Hayden Wood’s prosecutor, Ronal Lime-Tyler, grills the defendant, Richard Stacey’s RSDO 83. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

Yet he is wearing the equivalent of a judge’s black cap in passing sentence on mankind’s failings in Act Two, where Russell Richardson’s jaunty judge, Arbiter Jefferies, and Hayden Wood’s smarmy, smug prosecutor, Ronal Lime-Tyler, come to the fore, pitched against Marshall’s eloquent, meticulous Clay.

Stacey’s RSDO 83 and Woolhouse’s Hermione play out Romeo And Juliet’s fatal tomb scene: a play within a play that adds to the devastating impact of both. When Symonds’s Octavius borrows the closing couplet from Shakespeare’s tragedy, ”For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo”, its sentiment applies as much to Ayckbourn’s characters.

The poster, with its image of an android warrior holding the hand of young girl looking out over a desert, makes no mention of writer-director Alan Ayckbourn, but his name runs through every scene like a seaside stick of rock.  Once more, his writing will be music to your ears.

The Trial Of Romeo Oscar, Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, until October 3. Box office: 01723 370541 or sjt.uk.com.

ON the subject of names: here are the latest additions to Alan Ayckbourn’s notebook of nomenclatures across 92 plays: Octavius, Allistra, Ronal, Devaney, Romeo and Hermione are used for the first time in The Trial Of Romeo Oscar.

The poster for Alan Ayckbourn’s The Trial Of Romeo Oscar

REVIEW: Alan Ayckbourn’s Earth Angel, Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough ****

Russell Richardson’s Gerald Mallett, left, and Iskandar Eaton’s Daniel in Alan Ayckbourn’s Earth Angel at the SJT, Scarborough. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

INTRODUCING his 91st play, writer-director Alan Ayckbourn says: “We have to remember there are still good things floating about in the world today, though it’s often hard to see them. But the good is still there if we look for it.”

You might well put Ayckbourn’s annual world premiere at the Stephen Joseph Theatre on that list, but let’s consider his point – and note the Scarborough knight’s reference to “today”.

Latterly, his comedy dramas have tended to reflect on the past or look to the future, but Earth Angel is a play for today and of today, albeit its world of conspiracy theories, poisonous well of social media and scathing putdowns of anyone deemed “too nice” will only become more omnipresent. As for modern policing, Ayckbourn has plenty to say.

Earth Angel is a mystery and state-of-the-nation’s morals litmus test wrapped inside a domestic drama set in West Yorkshire. Not for the first time, Ayckbourn and his designer, Kevin Jenkins, give us a kitchen and a sitting room – or, rather, two sitting rooms, one for each half, in an open-plan theatre-in-the-round setting where the front door and inside and outside walls are cut off half way up.

It won’t wash: Elizabeth Boag’s nosey neighbour Norah, perplexed by Daniel’s evasive answers in Earth Angel. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

Mystery number one: who is Daniel (British/Malaysian actor Iskandar Eaton, originally from Sheffield, in his SJT debut)? All in Milk Tray Man black, he is helping well-meaning nosey neighbour Norah (Ayckbourn regular Elizabeth Boag) with the washing-up after the funeral wake for Amy, school teacher, former folk singer and hippy spiritualist wife of Gerald Mallett, fellow teacher and 15 years her senior.

Gerald (SJT newcomer Russell Richardson) is sitting alone in the sitting room as Daniel and Norah talk of the lovely service and the vicar’s even lovelier appraisal of Amy as an Earth Angel. Norah, like the audience, becomes increasingly curious as to whom and what Daniel is.

He was there to comfort Gerald, he explains, but admits he did not know Gerald until today, confirming he was not a former pupil. Curiouser and curiouser, thinks Norah, who doesn’t want Gerald to be on his own tonight.

Gerald, however, rather warms to the natural simpatico of Daniel, seeing Norah’s fussing and fretting off the premises. Perhaps Daniel is the Earth Angel? Norah, however, alerts fellow busy-body Hugo (Hayden Wood), who insists on staying on Gerald’s sofa, his laptop his perma-partner, his tunnel vision, as he looks into who Hugo may be. Eyes down for a full house of nonsense.

Wither of discontent: Liza Goodard’s Maxine and Stuart Fox’s Adrian in Earth Angel. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

Hugo, a deliciously satirical Ayckbourn character written in frustrated response to those who only have eyes for their screen, is a modern-day irritant who may be in the room and yet is not in the room, his mind elsewhere. In his case, the electronic web of intrigue.

In keeping with today’s self-righteous world, he never listens to anyone, except to the rumours spreading through the internet wildfire. Where once there were Chinese whispers, idle chit-chat and pub gossip, now it is the tap, tap, tap drip-feed of electronica that is all pervasive – and persuasive.

While Hugo is piling up the conspiracies – is Daniel a zombie, a serial killer or maybe an alien? – Gerald’s stuck-up sister, intransigent, insufferable magistrate Maxine (Ayckbourn favourite Liza Goddard) and her grouchy, old-school, know-it-all  husband, ex-policemen Adrian (fellow Ayckbourn stalwart Stuart Fox) are turning up from Doncaster to stick their oar in, fanning the flames of the ever more absurd speculation.

Post interval, in Act Three, the sitting room is now the cushion-laden one in Norah’s house, where the impromptu surveillance squad of co-conspiracists are plotting what to do with Daniel – and recoiling at the disgusting coffee made by Norah (a running joke in Ayckbourn tradition).

Who can be trusted? Conspiracist Hugo (Hayden Wood) at odds with Gerald (Russell Richardson) in Alan Ayckbourn’s 91st play, Earth Angel. Picture: Tony Bartholomew

They are making a meal of everything; Daniel, meanwhile, is making the perfect breakfast  for a grateful, trusting Gerald, but still the mysteries remain. Who exactly is Daniel and who is the real Earth Angel?

One answer is provided as Ayckbourn’s tone turns darker, as he is wont to do in Ibsen vein, but still he pumps up the farce too in his latter-day theatre of the absurd. The other, you must decide for yourself, but it affirms that opening sentiment of the good still being there if you look for it. It feels a nourishing finale, in more ways than one.

Throughout, you can delight in director Ayckbourn’s mastery of movement around the 360-degree stage amid the shifting sands of his plot. As ever, he has cast superbly, both in familiar faces Goddard, Fox and especially Boag, and in those new to Ayckbourn at the  SJT, Richardson’s free-spirited Gerald, Wood’s taciturn meddler and Eaton’s quietly impressive Daniel.

Alan Ayckbourn’s Earth Angel runs at Stephen Joseph Theatre, Scarborough, until October 11, then on tour until November 8. Scarborough box office: 01723 370541 or sjt.uk.com.  

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