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Review: Unreachable

Entirely populated by a bunch of complete narcissists

July 21, 2016 14:00

By

John Nathan,

John Nathan

1 min read

Light can be elusive. Not the kind you switch on, but that which appears of its own volition. The stuff that, in this madcap comedy about a film crew, Matt Smith's movie director Maxim yearns to capture; the kind that can change a mood, create an atmosphere or, in a fleeting moment even evoke the eternal answer to the meaning of life, as Maxim puts it.

And true enough, in the final flourish of Anthony Neilson's production, many of these qualities are evoked in a way that feels truly profound.

Or, rather, it would if this play were not entirely populated by a bunch of complete narcissists.

Maxim's childish tantrums, and his crude attempts at attracting sympathy by pretending he has asthma is not the half of it. His producer (Amanda Drew) treats her cinematographer lover (Richard Pyros) like an unpaid male prostitute, though his behaviour is no less self-serving when he encourages the sacking of Maxim so that he can take over as director. All are as selfless as Gandhi, however, next to Jonjo O'Neill's grotesque Hungarian film star.

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