Rebels without Applause
Thursday, February 7th, 2008The electrifying revival of A Prayer For My Daughter at the Young Vic is yet another testament to the durability of the best new plays from another era. The same fate seems not to have befallen Howard Brenton’s Weapons of Happiness at the Finborough.
Brenton’s play was the first new piece on the Lyttelton stage, not its inaugural production (as The Times stated) — that was Peggy Ashcroft in Beckett’s Happy Days — and it got critical short shrift then as it did the other day.
Mainly this is because critics think that equating a strike in a British potato crisp factory with the old upheavals in Eastern Europe is an essentially fatuous dramatic tactic. I don’t know why critics think that, but they do, as if Brenton hadn’t seen the irony of this parallelism himself; indeed, it’s part of the dramatic spring of the play.
