photo Ivan Kyncl
at the Almeida Theatre, London 7 September 1993 and
transferred to the Comedy Theatre November 1993
Andy - Ian Holm
Bel - Anna Massey
Jake - Dougals Hodge
Fred - Michael Sheen
Maria - Jill Johnson
Ralph - Edward de Souza
Bridget - Claire Skinner
Directed by David Leveaux
Designed by Bob Crowley
Review by Michael Billington
On a second viewing Harold Pinter's Moonlight
with has made the now familiar journey from the Almeida to the Comedy,
seems richer than ever. It is dominated still by the fear of dying
and of estrangement from one's kin.
But more than before, it seems to be about the mutual hunger for
contact between those separated either by the grave or by the unhealed
wounds of family life.
Ian Holm and Anna Massey
photo Ivan Kyncl
Ian Holm's magnificent, bedridden Andy
still occuppies centre stage with his estranged sons to his right
and his dead daughter Bridget occupying the space above. But it
strikes me now that the two boys yearn for their father almost as
much as he for them. Ian Holm's magnificent, bedridden Andy still
occuppies centre stage with his estranged sons to his right and
his dead daughter Bridget occupying the space above. But it strikes
me now that the two boys yearn for their father almost as much as
he for them.
They parody his Establishment world,
talk incessantly of fathers and in the heartaching moment when their
mother finally rings them, seem to long to break through the silence.
And in a significant departure form the original script the ghostly
Bridget (Claire Skinner) now ventures sadly int her father's sick
room while he stumbes around in the upper storey looking for a drink.
It thus becomes an even more moving play about the desperate hunger
for commmunication between the members of a divided family and between
the living and the dead.
David Leveaux's production has lost nothing by the transfer.
the acting is uniformly excellent; not just Ian Holm's apprehensive
terror but Anna Massey's flickering comapssion for the loud-mouthed
partner, Douglas Hodge adn Michael Sheen's buried hurt as the games-playing
sons and Edward de Souza's four-square hilarity as the amateur soccer
referee whose impotent whistle was sidely ignored. A marvellous
evening marred only by the many mid-stalls cougher who could probably
be heard within a two-mile radius.
The Guardian 23 November 1993