Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Something better change... Kicked in the Sh*tter (2017), Hope Theatre

Author Leon Fleming and director Scott le Crass worked on last year’s Sid which showed how the anger and anxiety of forty years’ ago was still relevant to today’s alienated youth. Kicked in the Sh*tter – surely the title of the year, especially when the call went out for the start of the performance! – picks up with a more specific examination of the causes of our disaffection in this care-less age: the War on Welfare and the return of concepts of a "deserving" poor.

But the play doesn’t follow any easy lines and Fleming challenges your perceptions throughout, as James Clay’s character says, he may be playing a tune but he’s not on the fiddle. The system is rigged so that you have to sing the song and that’s just another of the ways in which self-respect is eroded.

The story concerns two nowhere-near-just-about-coping siblings in inner city Birmingham and jumps back and forth between their teenage dreams – chatting over a large bottle of illicit Lambrini about their problems, their parents and the future. She is played by Helen Budge and he is played by James Clay.

Helen Budge
From the start elder sister sets the agenda and younger brother kind of follows in his own messed up way. He has mental health issues and has self-medicated from teenage onwards using and abusing drink, drugs – both prescription and under the counter. Depression makes him believe he cannot work and he lives in the terrible shadow of the dark impenetrability of his condition – he can’t live with it and he can’t live without it – mutually-assured destruction is the only cure he can believe in although he’s absolutely well enough to not wish that on himself… he may have “tried” it once but as he says, if he really tried he’d be dead.

By contrast, big sister is a carer for their mother as well as her two young children from a long-departed father. She really wants to work but can’t make the time as there’s no one to look after the children or her mother; she is in a cycle of poverty that leaves her in one heart-rending scene pleading with the “social” after spending her last tenner on electricity… she has no money left for food but has been docked her income support for refusing to take a job. These sanctions rob her of money and respect but she has no one to back her up, least of all her brother who is trapped in his own pre-medicated loop of no confidence: the drugs may work but they don’t make him work. Maybe all addiction is a Möbius strip that reduces willpower along with the anxieties the medication is designed to suppress.

James Clay
As the pair go through their own income support assessments Fleming illustrates dispassionately how the process fails almost all-comers. She can – possibly – obtain income support if she declares herself a carer but this won’t be any more than the Job Seeker’s Allowance that is suspended and besides, she wants to work. It’s a vicious cycle that fails to address the real issues.

In the end something has to give and it is she rather than he who comes close to oblivion. As she recovers from her suicide attempt suddenly her brother steps up as much as he can but maybe more than he thought… looking after the children and supporting her as best he can.

This is no fairy tale ending but there is hope as he talks honestly to his sister, perhaps emboldened by surprise at his own usefulness.

In a very powerful moment we see her talking to a psychiatrist about her brother’s weakness and self obsession: her illness has seen him address her situation through a prism of his own psychosis… but she recognises he’s grown up a bit too.

Believably real and so effortlessly genuine, Kicked in the Sh*tter is as full of hope as despair and is quite brilliantly acted by the two leads.

Not hiding away...
You can hide away in the Garrick or the National but in the Hope every inflection can be caught and any false thoughts can betray performers. Budge and Clay are more than up to the task and thoroughly convince throughout in this vital, provoking play for today.

You’re drawn inevitably to Budge, her character caring and single-handedly keeping her family afloat and she gives a fierce, desperately honest performance of grit and vulnerability. Clay is also mightily impressive as the man with younger-brother syndrome (I know!) who is self-deluded and self-medicated in equal measure until the time comes to finally start lifting himself up.

There’s hope but we all need help. As a band* that frequently played in the Hope’s basement used to sing; Something Better Change.

Tip of the hat to Justin Williams’s inventive design and the direction which made Helen do most of the lifting - so typical! Teresa Nagel also did sterling work with the lighting and effects… you can see how everything works so well at the Hope!

Kicked on the Sh*tter runs at The Hope Theatre, Islington, N1 1RL until 8th April – I would urge you not to miss it! Book tickets here.

Ithankyou Theatre rating: *****

*That'll be The Stranglers for all you youngsters... back in 1977.

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