The York Realist - Garrick Theatre (23 July 2023)

I admit that at the start of the matinee production of The York Realist I wasn't listening properly. This wasn't helped by the unfortunate late arrival of two patrons who eventually found their seats, noisily. After they finally settled I concentrated on the scene before me to slowly come to the realisation that it wasn't what was being said but rather everything that wasn't. The first half of the play in particular, written by Peter Gill, is a masterclass in subtext. The surface level dialogue certainly establishes a strong sense of time and place and the characters who populate this tale but there's so much more simmering away underneath. 

That time and place is the early 1960s in a cottage in York where a "love that dare not speak its name" grows in tentative fashion between country farm labourer George (Alex Comstock) and London assistant theatre director John (Sean Wcislo). Both men are drawn to each other but due to circumstance and the vastly different worlds from which they come their longing is fraught with complication. None more so than the fact that such a consummated love was still illegal in Britain. 

There's another strand that is subtly communicated whereby George's mother (Lis Hoffmann) is in poor health which anchors George to the family home despite his desires. Then there's George's sister Barbara (Louise Plant), Barbara's husband Arthur (Phil Bedworth), George's nephew Jack (Keaton Humphreys), and family friend Doreen (Roxanne O'Connor) all of whose interactions give an authentic sense of family and community. These are decent, hardworking people who go to chapel, work the land, and look out for each other.  

Once I understood the play's framework I began to see what was happening rather than trying to glean meaning from the 'domestic' conversations taking place. In this director Barry Park excels with an elaborate choreography between Comstock and Wcislo as their characters come to terms with such intense feelings. 

I was fascinated in the space between them onstage, how that changed, who was moving forward, who was retreating, who was initiating contact, who was declining or accepting it. There was also the clearly delineated persona of each character - Comstock makes his George far more animated in a very likeable performance. We feel George's sense of frustration, of duty, of longing to break away from the strictures of his lot in life. 

Wcislo, by comparison, is mostly still, very upright, with his arms straight down his sides, hands palm down. It's as if his John is literally in an emotional straight jacket. Their work together is very good indeed. Helped by another layer - the oft mentioned play within the play that is John's excuse to be there and George's excuse to initially hide. George is, in fact, a good actor; a man pretending to be someone else. The relevance is not lost on the audience. 

There is a significant tonal shift after intermission with the opening scene playing in almost sitcom fashion as the family discuss John and George's play. It's genuinely funny, especially Hoffmann's Mother expressing disbelief that her son George could be so nasty. We have another time jump and again everything is so beautifully revealed instead of any direct exposition in the writing and the performance of such. It's here where the other cast members really shine - Bedworth has an affecting moment as his Arthur refuses to go have a pint with George. This comes shortly after a surprise revelation that skitters off into the ether with hardly a ripple other than to set the possible context for Arthur's response.

Plant's Barbara comes to the fore as brother and sister bicker, their love and concern for each other clear but strained. There is an emotional truth that resonates in these moments of heightened sibling drama. O'Connor imbues her character with a gentle comic streak as Doreen remains largely oblivious to what's really going on. Humphreys, remarkably only 15, is a likeable Jack. His projection wasn't as good as the vastly more experienced actors around him but given his age it's a minor quibble. Hoffmann provides the glue for the family interactions with sly humour, genuine parental concern, and nuanced signs of Mother's frailty.  

The final moments of the play are rightfully between John and a George who, in theory, has become untethered from a son's duty and loyalty to place. Yet these men are both trapped in their own worlds and more importantly the greater world's expectation of who they are meant to be and how they should act. There is no coincidence that 'realist' is in the title. 

Immeasurably aiding the authentic nature of this production is the set design (Barry Park), the depth of which I loved. There is a real sense of a lived in cottage; spatially, how it's dressed, and working elements such as the running water in the kitchen sink. Mark Nicholson's lighting design reinforces this by giving the illusion of both the interior and exterior of the cottage, bigger than you might expect with Garrick's narrow stage. Nyree Hughes' costume design isn't showy which suits these characters down to the ground. Finally, at no point did the Yorkshire accents pull me out of the story so kudos to dialect coach Phil Bedworth. 

The York Realist is a very well written play that has a lot going on under the surface. It is sensitively directed by Barry Park with excellent performances across the board. This is mature theatre of a high standard that is well worth a look. There are two more performances in the extended season on at 7.30pm, 27th and 29th of July at the Garrick Theatre in Guildford.