Saira Khan, Young Journalist, Reviews Victim, Sidekick, Boyfriend, Me by Hilary Bell at Day 4 of Connections at the NT
I found myself in a dark space, furnished with
white, haphazardly shaped cubes. Around me resonated the voice of a girl
frustrated and defiant, followed by chorusing replies and taunts. The
atmosphere was both intense and composed. In front, I saw 16 people dressed in
black surrounding her.
I then saw a man handing out cups of coffee to
lighting and sound engineers, heard the rustling of a chocolate wrapper and the
quiet giggles of one of the crew. I had found myself backstage at the National
Theatre, witnessing the 7th play of this year’s Connections Festival.
Victim Sidekick Boyfriend Me is a play about a Girl
(Amy Weaver) who is responsible for the death or disappearance of a certain
Victim (Jenna Blenkinsop). The Girl is let off uncharged and, when the Victim’s
Boyfriend (James Martin) takes her into a Christian youth hostel, she is met
with unending forgiveness. At first, she takes this for granted but soon their
forgiveness becomes intolerable and she longs for atonement or punishment. They
sought to reveal her heartlessness in showing that she accepted the easy way
out, and they forced her to feel.
Victim, Sidekick, Boyfriend, Me. Photo: Simon Annand |
The professionalism, musicianship and acting of the
~17 year olds of Marine Academy Plymouth was astonishing. Even when the guitar
fell slightly off key and the dancing was slightly out of time, it only made
the whole production more entertaining. The naturalness of some parts of the
performance made the audience feel at ease, laughing at the odd quirky disco
moves.
The atmosphere backstage was fun, with jokes,
friendly prompting, and the vocal coach making the actors use imaginary vacuum
cleaners to clean the stage and impersonate Janice from the television series
Friends. But it was always clear the actors took their roles and this
opportunity very seriously. They had been practising all day and only had time
for a quick lunch – whilst being hassled by journalists -- before finding
themselves on stage in a prestigious, and sold out, theatre room.
When asked if she found any part of her character
difficult to portray, Amy Weaver replied ‘I struggled to put across the journey
from a powerful person to a broken one’. However, on stage, that pervious
struggle was impossible to discern. She perfectly embodied the character of the
Girl, who, as playwright Hilary Bell put it, ‘cracks and becomes a human being’
towards the end of the play. She reveals this was not only the hardest part to act,
but to write, too.
Bell’s intent was to highlight the lack of
compassion in today’s society and with crime so easy at hand, she shows us what
it costs not to own up to our wrongs. The play explores the themes of
forgiveness and revenge, but also accountability. Hilary Bell, although a
successful playwright in Australia, told that she had never written for young people
before, or so many.
When asked the difference between writing for
younger actors as opposed to more experienced ones, she said ‘acting is like a
marathon; those who have experience know how to pace themselves’. Nonetheless,
she felt the Marine Academy Plymouth were true to the spirit of the play and
loved their enthusiasm. She highlighted that there is great responsibility in a
Festival such as this, where the vulnerability of young actors must be taken
into account. Not only are they being challenged, but they are also being
completely submerged into a world of fiction which they may invariably relate to their own lives.
Victim, Sidekick, Boyfriend, Me. Photo: Simon Annand |
Connections is not just beneficial for the young
actors in boosting their CVs, it is, as Bell put it, a ‘healing medium’ and a
way for them to express themselves. But what is interesting is that it is just
as beneficial, new, exciting and challenging for the actors, as it is for the
playwright, crew and audience. Connections encourages so many people to be
involved in the exposure of fresh talent to the world.
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