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Peter Shaffer

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Thea Sharrock

 

Alan Strang
Daniel Radcliffe

Martin Dysart
Richard Griffiths

Hesther Saloman
Jenny Agutter

Jill
Joanna Christie

Nugget
Will Kemp

Other
performers

Jonathan Cullen

Colin Haigh

Karen Meagher

Gabrielle Reidy

Greig Cooke

Joel Corpuz

Temujin Gill

Jami Quarrell

 

 

 
Gielgud Theatre
16 Feb - 11 June 2007
Equus, when it first appeared in 1973, was promulgating a current fad. According to then-fashionable psychologists R D Laing and David Cooper, insanity is what fuels art and religion, and is kin to ecstasy and genius. In so far, therefore, as psychiatry or psychoanalysis cure madness, this may be at too heavy a cost. 'Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor. It cannot be created.' So muses Laing-inspired Martin Dysart, the psychiatrist in Equus, while treating Alan Strang, a 17 year-old who has blinded six horses. Dysart laments that, in order to take away the boy's pain, he will have to take away his 'worship' and 'passion' also. Other seventies plays, such as Mary Barnes by David Edgar, which dealt with a Laingian-type 'therapeutic community', similarly sang the unbridling of madness.
      34 years after its first staging,
Equus is being revived at the Gielgud Theatre, and the programme-notes, and most reviews, insist that the play has not dated. Indeed the 80-something year-old Shaffer has catered for time by making 'minor rewrites'. But should there be more replacements than 'con' for 'swizz'? Certainly Richard Griffiths is authentically urbane, astute and confused as the psychiatrist, and his counterparts in reality are still liable to the same swings between paternalism and humility. Daniel Radcliffe (famous for his role as Harry Potter) is convincingly bruised and sullen as Alan Strang, and his sexual torments and timidity are, almost surprisingly, still quite timely. But there is something oddly old-fashioned about this rendition of a 17 year-old like Alan, which is not Radcliffe's fault but the script's, and due to the changing of the times. A contemporary Alan would surely be a lot more resentful and foul-mouthed, and have mastered a great deal more psychoanalytic jargon with which to belabour his analyst. And unlike the magistrate Heather Saloman (acted by Jenny Agutter), we no longer think that the blinding of six horses, horrible though it is, is the 'most horrific thing I have ever heard'. We are fattened up to sickness with horrifying stories of what children younger than Alan get up to.
      Which is why, ultimately, the play is so disappointing. If its ideas don't seem dated, it's because they are hackneyed. For the last thirty odd years since it was first staged, there have been endless plays, novels and declamations which similarly applaud madness as an ineluctable part of genius and hanker for nature, authenticity, the primitive. Even in the seventies such ideas were already hackneyed - Laing et al were simply and simplistically rehashing Romanticism, and its peans to wilderness and wildness. No reason of course why the cost of civilisation should not be expressed and debated, why Shaffer's shrink should not mourn that the horse-blinder will have to be dethroned from his fierce charger of religious passion and reseated on a tame scooter of staid rule-keeping. But, given the endlessness of such a debate, it had better be good. What
Equus ignores is that asocial wildness is more likely to consort with orthodoxy and mass hysteria than with individualism and creativity. Ionesco, victim of both Nazism and Communism, saw this clearly ‚ the characters in his play Rhinoceros (first staged in 1959) hanker for 'primeval integrity' and the law of the jungle to replace moral laws. Only the character who insists on the irreplaceablity of values which have taken centuries of human civilization to build up, remains human; one by one, the others transform into rhinoceroses. 'Back to the swamp!' Rather like the rebestialsimg of young men who kill for 'respect' or for gang-identity, or whose religious passion drives them to blow up themselves and others.
Jane O'Grady

Gielgud Theatre
'Equus'
Peter Shaffer