Clive Owen and Saskia Reeves' stage reunion in David Eldridge's trilogy brings an added layer of emotional resonance to 'End', the latest installment. The play, which opens at the National Theatre in London, poignantly overlaps with its predecessors, Beginning and Middle, each of which can be appreciated individually but collectively form a powerful narrative.
Beginning and Middle are tenderly directed by Rachel O'Riordan, who has also guided End through its UK premiere. These three plays, however, share an unmistakable bond – they explore the stages of relationships, from the early days of romance to marital crises and eventual diagnoses that alter lives forever.
One cannot help but think of the 1991 film Close My Eyes when witnessing Clive Owen and Saskia Reeves' reunion on stage. The movie, written by Stephen Poliakoff in 1975, is loosely based on his earlier play Hitting Town and tells the haunting story of an incestuous relationship between Natalie (Reeves) and her younger brother Richard (Owen). Their doomed love becomes a metaphor for the turmoil that defined their generation.
In Eldridge's End, Owen and Reeves bring their characters to life with nuanced physicality, reflecting the comfort of decades together as well as an unavoidable sense of distancing. Early on, Alfie wonders aloud if he and Julie will ever make love again, a scene eerily reminiscent of Close My Eyes where Natalie attempts to subdue her passion with Richard.
The memory of that film's intense sex scenes also heightens the impact of End's portrayal of Alfie and Julie's relationship. While the intimacy direction by Bethan Clark is rare in Eldridge's play, it brings an authenticity that underscores the characters' vulnerabilities, their love, and fear for each other. The scene is both humorous and melancholic, with a fleeting moment of passion on the sofa that echoes the well-crafted but brief encounters between Natalie and Richard.
As the actors reunite to portray couples, they inevitably bring the ghosts of their predecessors into play. Clive Owen's portrayal of Alfie is haunted by his earlier roles – particularly his cocksure Chancer in TV. The suave character from television gives way to a disheveled, tracksuit-wearing man wracked with guilt.
Ultimately, End taps into the power of screen history, using Reeves' success as a novelist to fulfill Natalie's thwarted creative ambitions. This play is poignantly poised between past and future, capturing the uncertainty that defines our generation. As we watch Alfie navigate his send-off in terms of a DJ choosing the right banger, it becomes clear that End has tapped into something universal – a sense of storytelling that finds its perfect pitch.
End is now at the National Theatre in London until 17 January.
Beginning and Middle are tenderly directed by Rachel O'Riordan, who has also guided End through its UK premiere. These three plays, however, share an unmistakable bond – they explore the stages of relationships, from the early days of romance to marital crises and eventual diagnoses that alter lives forever.
One cannot help but think of the 1991 film Close My Eyes when witnessing Clive Owen and Saskia Reeves' reunion on stage. The movie, written by Stephen Poliakoff in 1975, is loosely based on his earlier play Hitting Town and tells the haunting story of an incestuous relationship between Natalie (Reeves) and her younger brother Richard (Owen). Their doomed love becomes a metaphor for the turmoil that defined their generation.
In Eldridge's End, Owen and Reeves bring their characters to life with nuanced physicality, reflecting the comfort of decades together as well as an unavoidable sense of distancing. Early on, Alfie wonders aloud if he and Julie will ever make love again, a scene eerily reminiscent of Close My Eyes where Natalie attempts to subdue her passion with Richard.
The memory of that film's intense sex scenes also heightens the impact of End's portrayal of Alfie and Julie's relationship. While the intimacy direction by Bethan Clark is rare in Eldridge's play, it brings an authenticity that underscores the characters' vulnerabilities, their love, and fear for each other. The scene is both humorous and melancholic, with a fleeting moment of passion on the sofa that echoes the well-crafted but brief encounters between Natalie and Richard.
As the actors reunite to portray couples, they inevitably bring the ghosts of their predecessors into play. Clive Owen's portrayal of Alfie is haunted by his earlier roles – particularly his cocksure Chancer in TV. The suave character from television gives way to a disheveled, tracksuit-wearing man wracked with guilt.
Ultimately, End taps into the power of screen history, using Reeves' success as a novelist to fulfill Natalie's thwarted creative ambitions. This play is poignantly poised between past and future, capturing the uncertainty that defines our generation. As we watch Alfie navigate his send-off in terms of a DJ choosing the right banger, it becomes clear that End has tapped into something universal – a sense of storytelling that finds its perfect pitch.
End is now at the National Theatre in London until 17 January.