- Susan Mansfield
- 11 August 2015
This article is from 2015.
Clever storytelling which leaves much unsaid
A single leather swivel chair occupies centre stage in Traverse 2, making this an interrogation. Or is it Ronnie Corbett’s storytelling chair? Are we about to be regaled, taken for a ride?
Whatever else it is, Andy Duffy’s Crash is an elegant piece of storytelling. Its nameless protagonist is a stock market trader who was the driver in the car crash which killed his wife. We meet him some time later, happily shacked up with Kate, whom he met at a meditation class, striking out as a sole trader in difficult financial times.
He talks for an hour, but there’s plenty he’s not telling. After a second tragedy strikes, we are left wondering about all the things this mild-mannered man hasn’t said, what levels of violence he might be capable of.
The secret to making money on the markets, he tells us, is to accept you’re not in control. Crash is a meditation on control and responsibility, when to take it, when to let go. Emma Callander’s production, centred on an understated performance by Jamie Michie, maintains the ambiguity right to the end. It leaves plenty of food for thought, but refuses the satisfaction of any resolution.
Traverse, 228 1404, until 30 Aug (not 17, 24), times vary, £18 (£13).