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GAGARIN WAY

by Gregory Burke (2001)
directed by Brendan Hughes
featuring Ciaran Crawford, Rick Park, Rodney Raftery & Dafydd Rees
Sugan Theatre Co. in Roberts Studio
BCA Calderwood, 527 Tremont, Boston/ (617) 933 - 8600
through Apr. 23

Reviewed by Will Stackman

Political comment has been essential to drama since its beginning about 2500 years ago, but theatre from the British Isles has often had a higher content than here in America. Things may be changing. A script like Scotsman Gregory Burke's "Gagarin Way" did get a brief run in NYC, but hasn't been seen much since. The Sugan Theatre however has done its share of such works directed by Carmel O'Reilly, their Artistic director. This time the helm goes to Brendan Hughes, back in Boston after a three year stint getting an MFA from Yale Drama. Before he left Hughes was instrumental in founding the Theatre Cooperative over in Somerville on Broadway, which now under Lesley Chapman is perhaps the area's leading purveyor of socially critical theatre. The Coop is currently wrapping up a run of "Dead White Males".

Burke's play, first staged at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2001, received a Fringe First, transferred to the RNT, then to a sold-out run on the West End. The author won the Critic's Circle Most Promising Playwright and the play was nominated for an Olivier. Burke's second major work, "The Straits"(2003), written in response to the current conflict in Iraq, has also had some success. "Gagarin Way", named after a street in W.Fife which honors the first cosmonaut, concerns workers who may be about to lose jobs to internationalization. Sugan veteran Ciaran Crawford, plays Eddie, a loose cannon who's been in the asylum and the knick, now working in this warehouse. He's encouraged Gary, a radical union member played by burly Rick Park, to kidnap a visiting salaryman from the home office. They assume he will be Japanese as in the past. The poor sod turns out to be a consultant from Surrey named Frank, played by newcomer Dafydd Rees. Their company's been bought out by the Americans. The pair decide to execute him anyway to emphasize their protest, but complications and a great deal of discussion ensue. Caught up in this deadly irony is Tom, played by Rodney Raftery. He's a University grad with a degree in politics working as the nighttime security guard at this plant which manufactures computer chips. He let them in--for a small bribe--but then he forgot his hat.

This rather gut-wrenching comedy, which shifts abruptly from comic commentary on modern philosophy to ultra-violence and back again, is tightly directed by Hughes, who combines the disparate styles of his cast to create a believable microcosm. Crawford, who appeared recently in the Off-Broadway production of Ronan Noone's "Lepers of Baile Baiste", this time as Yowsa, has the same unpredictable spark in West Fife. His Eddie's an insidious talker. Park brings his comedic skills to anarchist Gary, while maintaining an air of danger appropriate to someone who began his life in the coalpits. Rees, whose day job is writing about popular music but who's appeared at W.H.A.T. as well, is the careworn corporate consultant to a T. Frank's long ago resigned to being stuck in middle management. Rafferty uses his skills as a physical comedian to create Tom, the likable loser, clueless even when in extreme danger. Hughes melds their disparate styles and various accents into a wild 90 minute ride, full of Pythonesque laughter until the reality of the situation turns ghastly just before the curtain.

Sugan has always made an effort to use interesting settings. This time the job falls to Hughes fellow Yalie, Sandra Goldmark. She's surrounded the square playing area with tall steel shelves full of identical boxes bearing the company name, which is ominously "plode". Its ultra-realism--the clock even works and tells the correct time for the piece--sets off the absurdity of the situation and makes the climax all the more appalling. Those queasy at the sight of blood may want to stay away. Veteran lighting designer, John R. Malinowski has simulated the flat glare of industrial lighting making everything all too clear. Chelsea White's costumes are similarly appropriate, from Tom's nerdy uniform to Gary's flapping leather great coat, as the fat man tries to be a dashing revolutionary. The crew will have their hands full removing the blood.

Sugan's season began with Synge's "The Well of Saints", where the violence most mostly verbal and the overtones religious. Their second offering, their first in the Robert's, Tom Murphy's "The Sanctuary Lamp", was set in a church and equally intense. Burke's "Gagarin Way", which owes a bit to Edward Bond, has little to do with God, instead quoting Sarte, "Hell is other people." The author makes his case.

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