WHEN Paranormal Activity premiered at Leeds Playhouse in August 2024, the Playhouse website stated: “American couple James and Lou move to London to escape their past…we can’t say anything else.”
Obviously, a review has to say rather more than that, but the Playhouse poster’s instruction of “Shhh! No spoilers” remains pertinent two years later, even if Punchdrunk theatre director Felix Barrett’s immersive account of American playwright Levi Holloway’s self-contained offshoot from the movie franchise has since enjoyed a hit West End run at the Ambassadors Theatre.
Now the Melting Pot, Simon Friend and Hanna Osnolska touring production is in its early weeks, visiting York, the city that trades as the most haunted in Europe.
“Good horror is personal,” reads the headline in blood-red capitals to introduce writer Holloway’s programme note. “Good horror doesn’t rob you of your sleep, it rules it,” he writes. When the house lights go out, there are people waiting for you in the dark, he declares. “Later, when you try to bed down, when you close your eyes and the dark comes again, you know who to blame.”
Rest far from assured, when your reviewer wended his way to bedfordshire, the landing light remained on all night and no internal doors were closed.
The senses had been scrambled and fried by encountering Paranormal Activity, whose late opening – delayed by 15 minutes on opening night – only heightened the tension. Once Nirvana’s Lithium kicked in at deafening decibels, there would be no escape from sound designer Gareth Fry’s aural assaults, Barrett’s directorial sleights of hand, Anna Watson’s restless lighting and the tricks of the eye of Chris Fisher’s illusion designs that not even the interval could assuage.
The audience is cast into deepest darkness before that Lithium cacophony, an instantly unsettling feeling, whereupon we are invited to take in the full scope of Fly Davis’s two-storey house design: downstairs, an open-plan kitchen-cum-sitting room and dining area; upstairs, the main bedroom, a bathroom, and in between another bedroom, bare now, but potentially a child’s room, should newly-weds James (James Bye) and Lou (Hannah Sinclair Robinson), newly arrived in London from Chicago, make plans.
The stairway will be in constant use in horror movie tradition, and the profusion of doors may be more befitting of a farce, but Paranormal Activity is no laughing matter, albeit it that it starts that way with James (or Jimmy as everyone calls him) and Lou in playful mood, captured in the freedom of movement given to the actors by the director deliberately not “blocking” the opening scenes in rehearsal.
However, we know that the couple have left the USA to “escape their past”, and already the pipes are making funny noises, the lights and the television are playing up, and soon we learn that Lou is on medication for depression. The laughter starts to look nervously over its shoulder.
Each scene ends with being plunged into darkness, the black-out accompanied by the screech or hiss of distorted industrial sound, as deliberately disorientating as interrogation techniques, before the next scene opens with a heightened sense of blind terror,
Bye is appearing in his second psychological thriller of the year at the Grand Opera House after playing opinionated scientist Sam in Danny Robins’s 2:22 A Ghost Story in April. If that play was as much a commentary on the changing culture of living in modern-day London as a ghost story, booted with telegraphed jump scares, Paranormal Activity is not as socially savvy or quick-witted, but it lays its traps with greater subtlety, cranking up the nerve-shredding with delicious timing while consistently adding new layers of mystery, then shredding them before the devastating final revelations.
Jo Castleton’s spiritualist, Etheline Cotgrave, and Caroline Faber’s Carolanne, James’s hyper-religious mother, add to the intrigue, and as the surprises and the scares mount up, Bye and Sinclair Robinson (last seen in York in Frantic Assembly’s Lost Atoms last October) fray at the edges as the couple disintegrates. The truth will out, the theatrical magic will ramp up, and you won’t experience a louder play in York this year.
One word of warning: it has come to your reviewer’s attention that according to one colleague “visibility was heavily restricted from further back in the Grand Circle, where the overhang from the ceilings on the set meant that you couldn’t see the actors’ faces unless they were in the front half of the set”. Bear that in mind when booking.
Paranormal Activity, Grand Opera House, York, no sleep until Saturday; performances at 7.30pm plus 2.30pm Saturday matinee. Box office: atgtickets.com/york.
