Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? : An Intense, Explosive, Brilliant Piece of Theatre

National Theatre Live, from The Harold Pinter Theatre. 18th May 2017.


Knock out. Star. Superstar. Electrifying. Scrap the cliches guys; Imelda Staunton’s performance in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? is of stratospheric brilliance. Edward Albee’s play is superbly written and James Macdonald has brought about one hell of an intense and explosive piece of theatre. All four members of the cast give brilliant performances but none more so than Imelda Staunton – this is the kind of production which makes you wonder why we stop at five stars…

IMG_5122As Martha, Staunton is fierce, fiery and a force to be reckoned with in a performance which dares you to look away while holding a smashed bottle to your throat. Detestable and vulnerable while fulfilling every expectation of the lecherous, unsexed, unhappy and bitterly unkind wife, Martha feeds on the discomfort of others and picks her teeth with the remnants of their dignity before dissolving into a tragic, unnerving wreck. I am a huge fan of both the role and Staunton’s performance of it – what a gift Edward Albee has given to actresses lucky enough to get the gig! Staunton’s performance in Acts 1 and 2 is like nothing I’ve seen on a stage before – Martha is relentless. Abusive, antagonistic and utterly merciless yet she’s also seductive and is disturbing in her advances. Acts 2 and 3 lay bare her unravelling, taking us from glimpses of her insecurities to extended insights into her instability before shatteringly leaving her as a timid, deflated creature who fears the world of reality now that her escapism has been revoked. It’s hauntingly powerful. I sat in that seat and realised suddenly that I had held an expression of astonishment at what I was seeing for a sufficient enough time for it to become an ache – that’s how thoroughly and breath-takingly gripping Staunton’s performance is. It’s a spittingly, seethingly unrelenting role and I can’t think of many who could reach such astonishing heights when performing it.

IMG_5124.PNGMartha’s counterpart in self and total destruction is George, the long-suffering husband with his own well of venom just below a badgered exterior. Having recently watched Conleth Hill playing the flouncing, flamboyant, hilarious Jared in Jennifer Saunders’ fantastic satire The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle, it was fascinating to watch him in such a gritty role. Hill never overplays George’s angst and his portrayal of the victim becoming bully is performed as if it is a fresh trope; a case of ‘look Martha! My cruelty can out-run yours! LOOK!’. He matches Martha in acid-tongued hostility but also falls back defeated with pained resignation and returns for more with confounding recoveries. Hill is a fantastic match for Staunton and the intensity between the two allows them to affect the audience with stunned awe rather than emotional tears – the lack of tear-jerker moments was the right choice – the reaction to George and Martha across the play is one of detached morbid curiosity. It’s certainly arresting and gripping, but we are very much stunned witnesses to a car crash rather than empathically mirroring the pain on stage – but it’s a reaction of equal power to tears. Their relationship is too volatile to make us trust the seemingly tender or playful moments so while they don’t invite sentiment, they do grip you by the collar for the duration.

IMG_5121.PNGWhile Martha and George (in that order) dominate in this play, their young victims-come-toys, Nick and the aptly named Honey, also get the opportunity to give cracking performances. It’s easy to assume that Honey is a dismissible character at first; to think that she’s only there to support those with bigger, better stories to tell, but to dismiss Honey is a mistake. Imogen Poots gives a fantastic, versatile performance as the tightly wound Stepford-esque wife, but Honey has a gripping arc and Poots’ performance is both hilarious and devastating. The lacquered exterior and affected niceties wear down gradually at first until Honey hilariously becomes a bit of a mini-Martha; growling and indulging in the chaos and the ‘violenccccce’. Luke Treadaway plays Nick, the handsome, fresh-faced youngster with the pretty blonde wife and a promising future. He plays the good sport well as George antagonises and pontificates before making a foolish mistake in trust that will prove to be his undoing. Poots and Treadaway’s later performances are the strongest, as revelations fly, frictions flare and an unnerving parallel begins to form between the two couples.

IMG_5118.PNGSome might rightly assume that a play like this, set in one claustrophobic room over a few hours could prove dull or static, yet this production makes Albee’s writing fizz with enough energy to make an audience disregard anything but the performances and the script. There’s word play to challenge and amuse and the antagonistic, charged exchanges and the biting comments on everything from social expectations to the implications of slim waisted women invite the intimacy and intensity of the controlled environment. Despite the damaging relationship portrayed between George and Martha, the writing pulls many laughs from the audience. Most of it is too subtle and intelligent, too blatant and too abrasive to be light relief – but there is light relief too as Honey or Nick cut through the tension with some naive attempts to put ice on the deepening wounds.

The best of the comedy comes from the moments of rage explosively let loose with shocking viciousness of language and insults as well as the sardonic, pedantic musings of George and the outrageous lechery of Martha. The writing is also incredibly fierce and dishes out scathing lashes to each and every character with lines to make you guffaw and to set your teeth in edge. That said, there’s a tenderness and intense fragility in the writing which makes this play a veritable treasure trove of memorable lines. There’s so much to say about how the lives of the couples and the characters intertwine, clash and speak volumes about the human condition – that’s the beauty of this well crafted play – the layers are up to the viewing audience yet the quality of the writing is undeniable.

IMG_5126.PNGWho’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? is a truly superb play brought to life by a thoroughly brilliant cast and realised by insightful direction. It’s by far the best play I’ve seen, the best performance of a play I’ve seen and the most excitement I’ve felt about the strength of what I was watching. It simmers, sizzles and it spits; it dies down to embers yet it is never far from the boil with the indefatigable Staunton at the helm. It truly is a must-see.

4 thoughts on “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? : An Intense, Explosive, Brilliant Piece of Theatre

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  1. I really enjoyed reading this review as it mirrored my thoughts after seeing the production. I thought the cast worked so well together and I just couldn’t take my eyes off Martha for a second. Imelda Staunton ‘was’ Martha.

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