Amy Gavin's production of Noël Coward's Private Lives is a revival that teeters precariously between the bitter and the blissful. On stage, two acrimonious former lovers, Amanda and Elyot, are reunited by chance with their new spouses, igniting a fiery dance of desire and hostility. The chemistry between Hannah Ellis Ryan and Charlie Nobel is undeniable, but it's also a double-edged sword - as their tumultuous relationship unfolds, the line between love and loathing blurs alarmingly.
The production works best when it strips away the extraneous and focuses on the raw emotion at its core. Gavin's decision to project recorded images from Amanda and Elyot's tempestuous marriage onto the backdrop during key scenes feels like an unnecessary flourish, muddying the waters rather than clarifying them.
In this world, love can sour into contempt in a heartbeat, and Ryan's Amanda is a study in pent-up frustration. Her sophisticated veneer barely conceals a seething energy that erupts whenever she reunites with Elyot. The supporting cast, however, sometimes gets lost in the chaos - Hope Yolanda's Sybil feels like a cartoon character from another world, disrupting the play's otherwise sharp focus on Amanda and Elyot.
Gavin has opted to ratchet up the brutality of some key scenes, which can be jarring when juxtaposed with the more lighthearted moments. This approach sacrifices nuance in favour of a raw emotional impact that sometimes feels unearned. Ultimately, it's unclear what Coward is trying to say about his characters after nearly a century - this production doesn't offer much in the way of resolution or insight.
The production works best when it strips away the extraneous and focuses on the raw emotion at its core. Gavin's decision to project recorded images from Amanda and Elyot's tempestuous marriage onto the backdrop during key scenes feels like an unnecessary flourish, muddying the waters rather than clarifying them.
In this world, love can sour into contempt in a heartbeat, and Ryan's Amanda is a study in pent-up frustration. Her sophisticated veneer barely conceals a seething energy that erupts whenever she reunites with Elyot. The supporting cast, however, sometimes gets lost in the chaos - Hope Yolanda's Sybil feels like a cartoon character from another world, disrupting the play's otherwise sharp focus on Amanda and Elyot.
Gavin has opted to ratchet up the brutality of some key scenes, which can be jarring when juxtaposed with the more lighthearted moments. This approach sacrifices nuance in favour of a raw emotional impact that sometimes feels unearned. Ultimately, it's unclear what Coward is trying to say about his characters after nearly a century - this production doesn't offer much in the way of resolution or insight.