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Playwright Peter Gill may not be a household name but he's a force to be
reckoned with. And when it comes to the direction of British theatre, he's not
a man to keep his opinions to himself. By David Benedict, The Independent.
January 1999
When his first play, A Sleeper's Den was first performed as a one
— off at the Royal Court in 1966, Peter Gill was too nervous to watch. Afterwards,
the artistic director George Devine found him hiding in the wardrobe department.
Gill needn't have worried, however. Devine immediately encouraged him to write more.
Since then he has produced a small but impressive body of work bearing his quietly
distinctive stamp. Two years ago, in a particularly adroit meeting of minds, he
wrote a remarkably airy and elegant translation of Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard
for the RSC. Even working from the inspiration of another playwright, the hallmarks
of his own writing were there. Unfashionably quiet, beautifully composed and emotionally
acute, Small Change, Kick for Touch, and last year's
Cardiff East all resonate in the memory, thanks to their remarkable
compassion and linguistic finesse. There's more where that came from in Certain
Young Men, his latest play which is about to open at the Almeida.
The kneejerk response to the choice of venue is that there must be a part for
a Hollywood lead. Wrong. With the possible exception of Jeremy Northam, the eight
actors Gill has assembled are not well known. Yet casting is unlikely to have been
a problem as good actors feast upon his theatrically generous writing but not because
of traditionally juicy, grandstanding lead roles. Gill's almost musical prose is
pared right down — all the better to act upon — and narratives are shared, every
part balanced to create an emotional whole. If that sounds elusive, try the forthright
line from Certain Young Men being used in the publicity: "What are
two grown men doing living together faking all the stupidities of a fake straight
relationship?"
The nature and boundaries of love both gay and straight have proved fertile territory
for Gill. Mean Tears examined the relationships between a bisexual
object of affection (played to feckless perfection by Bill Nighy in the original
National Theatre production), two male friends and two women. In retrospect, it
summed up the mood of the Eighties. Is Certain Young Men doing the
same for the Nineties? "Not in any conscious way," equivocates Gill, warily. "Mean
Tears was written in, but not about, the Eighties. But looking back, that
was a horrible period. Maybe that's why the relationships in it are so destructive.
This play is definitely set in London, now. Inevitably, I suppose, I talk about
specifics. I think I do tend to do this whether I know it or not."
Gill's writing has run parallel to a distinguished directing career. Less well
known is that he started out as an actor. He became interested in theatre while
growing up in Cardiff at the time of rock'n'roll. "Our grammar school had the working-class
and lower middle-class Catholic boys in Cardiff. The posh ones went to Ampleforth
and Downside." A couple of responsive teachers allowed them to put on a play
and, gradually, acting became the obvious next step. "I was rather good at
it, I thought. Of course I wasn't really." Good enough, however, to get into
the local drama school alongside one Anthony Hopkins.
His professional career took him to the Royal Court in the early Sixties and
to the RSC for a short spell. However, the Court proved an eye-opener and together
with Stephen Frears — who later made his name directing the films My Beautiful
Laundrette and Dangerous Liaisons, both written by Royal Court
proteges — he returned as an assistant director. "At the age of 24 I recognised
I was not going to be the sort of actor I wanted to be. I was interested in theatre,
not just acting. I always wanted to go to the other rehearsals. I'd realised I was
interested in this thing of the director, the holder of the interpretive idea."
These were the Court's glory days. Devine was at the helm, but the influential
directorial triumvirate of Lindsay Anderson, Bill Gaskill and Anthony Page was there
too. Gill did a couple of Joe Orton's early plays but really made his mark
resuscitating the neglected plays of DH Lawrence. "I don't want to get nostalgic
about it because it was also a very difficult time, but there was a consensus between
the director, the writer, the actor and the designer. All parties got treated badly,
right? But there was a profound bond between those factors."
Consequently, he's worried by what he sees as the dissolution of the power of
writers and actors. "There was a brief time when the play was what was important.
That meant that you could put up with people's ambition. In the Eighties, ambition
itself became a laudable thing. My generation thought it was deeply uncool to use
the word `career'..."
He concedes that the climate is different now because there are many more writers.
"And directors," he adds, sternly. "Directing is now seen as a separate creative
art. This business of auteurship has crept in. Unquestionably, the director is a
very important person and very creative. It goes without saying that if you can
direct you will have personality, but part of your job is to try and get rid of
it." This usually soft-spoken man is firing on all cylinders now. "These days, lots
of so-called auteurs can't direct anything. Particularly with a new play, they don't
know what to do, what the skill is. They think directing a new play is getting it
re-written, which is a grave mistake."
In a world of literary departments and script editors, this is heresy. "It's
not that I think you shouldn't rewrite, it's the cult of rewrites... the fact that
something is there so that people who can't write can have views. It's just a world
full of endless, endless opinions. Really, what's good about a new play is what's
good about it and what's bad about it is what's bad about it." He cites his own
Almeida production of Ellen McLaughlin's Tongue of a Bird. "Of course,
it was up for cutting and rewriting. You could have done a hundred things with it
but it would have taken an awfully long time. Much better to put it on and let her
get on with her next play."
He's similarly exercised about the wider state of theatre and speaks from experience.
Not only did he set up the National Theatre Studio, from 1977 he was the founder
director of Hammersmith's Riverside Studios, which for almost 10 years was unquestionably
the country's most exciting venue, with an unparalleled profile for drama, dance
and art. It opened its doors to major international companies, Beckett rehearsed
in the building, there were landmark stagings of The Cherry Orchard
and The Changeling (with Helen Mirren) and Gill's regime shepherded
the not-so-faltering first steps of such diverse talents as Siobhan Davies and Michael
Nyman and held exhibitions by the likes of Richard Rogers and Norman Foster.
"We weren't forced into an endlessly large staff, all those sponsorship people
and so on. People forget that traditionally British theatre was very well-managed.
For some reason, the bad practice of industry management has been visited upon a
perfectly well-run profession that kept going without public subsidy for hundreds
of years. It's incredibly annoying. Nobody minds working hard but the Arts Council's
`tick the boxes' culture is killing anybody with any flair." He's thoroughly exasperated.
"You have to have management, of course you do. But I resent being forced to jump
through all these hoops. Being told you're not practical. How can you get a play
written if you're not practical?"
Unofficially, he's slightly nervous about how his new play will be received.
"There's no rape and nobody kills themselves," he says mock gloomily. But in terms
of the bigger picture, he's surprisingly sanguine about the future, thanks to the
resurgence in playwriting. "Whether I like all these new plays is neither here nor
there, it's the fact that they haven't been seen off. People like them. Playwriting
is at the root of British theatre. I exploded at someone the other day, explaining
that Shakespeare's Globe was a new writing theatre. It's not some invention of the
Arts Council."
`Certain Young Men' previews at the Almeida, London N1 (0171-359 4404) from tomorrow
(Copyright 1999 Newspaper Publishing PLC)
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