- Miles Johnson
- 21 August 2008
This article is from 2008.
A muddled monologue
While perhaps the simplest form of theatre to stage, the monologue is not the easiest to pull off successfully. Fawn, a fantastical narrative about a girl transported from a forest into a netherworld of alternative realities, never quite rises to the challenges it sets itself.
Beginning in disarming fashion with a Blair Witch Project-style scene in which the lead runs on the spot into a forest projected onto a white screen, the narrative quickly becomes muddled. Much of this is due to a confusing performance from lead Geraldine Dulex, who fails to differentiate sufficiently between the various characters she inhabits. She is not helped by equally ham-fisted writing. Lines such as, 'Fucking steroids, you are powerful over both body and mind' soon begin to jar as the seams of the play begin to show and any intended significance gets lost.
The insertion of Hamlet into this mix, with Dulex at one point portraying an actor preparing to play Gertrude, is similarly clumsy, seemingly an afterthought dropped into a generally shoddy script as an emergency procedure. There are promising themes here, such as the relationship between parents, children and nature, but the play is so flawed in its execution that it never quite effectively communicates them to its audience.
Sweet Grassmarket, 0870 241 0136, until 24 Aug, 1.10pm, £7.50 (£6.50).