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Bully Boy

(reviewed at the Mercury Theatre Studio, Colchester on 9 November)

We live in a conflicted world and time – though there’s nothing new or unusual about that. What perhaps is new is that we are being made aware of the mental as well as physical toll which combat levies on its participants. Not to mention on their friends and families and on (often innocent) bystanders.

Sandi Toksvig’s play Bully Boy confronts us with two soldiers. Oscar (Andrew French) is a wheelchair-confined major, investigating Eddie (Josh Collins) on behalf of the military police. A complaint has been made by Afghan villagers; it appears that a young boy was deliberately thrown into a well.

Close friends and comrades died as the effect of an improvised explosive device; Eddie is the sole surviver of the group, the Bully Boys. Bully, of course, has two distinct meanings – a jolly, dashing fellow is one. The other denotes someone who preys on weaker people. It is up to Oscar to establish just which one is significant in this context.

Dan Shearer’s production in the refurbished Mercury Studio Theatre has the audience steeply banked overlooking a wide but shallow acting area. Designer James Cotterill frames the action with dun-coloured fencing; both actors wear sand-camouflage combat gear. Rebecca Applin’s eerie music and Steve Mayo’s atmospheric soundscape drift across the action.

Of the two performers, it is Collins as the sparky, perky Eddie who has perhaps the easier task. he makes it apparent from the start that this is a façade, a mask which has become second nature; what is behind it is too raw for exposure. The British “stiff upper lip” propensity can conceal irremediable damage.

French plays a more complicated character; war hero (from the Falklands campaign), seeker after truth or a man in retreat from himself and his own past? He shows us someone for whom a desk-job and a wheelchair are no true compensation for what he has forfeited. In his own way, he too is engaged in a fight to survive.

Bully Boy runs at the Mercury Theatre Studio, Colchester until 21 November.

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Boi Boi Is Dead
(reviewed at the Palace Theatre, Watford on 19 March)

What happens when a family member dies has been the starting point of plays throughout the ages. Zodwa Nyoni’s new play for Tiata Fahodzi Boi Boi Is Dead deals with the aftermath of the funeral for an African trumpet-player whose hopes of fame crumbled as surely as did his home and professional lives.

Mourning, not without a lethal dose of self-interest, has brought his brother and late-arriving not-quite-ex wife to the village where Boi Boi lived in a more lasting relationship with the woman he never quite got round to marrying (while she was bringing up his daughter as well as her own son).

When the curtain rises on Lucian Msamati’s production we are faced with a sunset back-cloth against which a trumpeter plays while the mourners solemnly process. Skeletonic poles stretch behind towards a far distant urban landscape. The settings, including black-and-white cut-outs which indicate the changes of scene are by Francisco Rodriguez-Weil, beautifully lit by Emma Chapman.

Ezzra (Andrew French) wants to take his niece Una (Debbie Korley) back with him to England; she’s not so certain. Miriam (Angela Wynter) would like things to remain as they are, though her son Petu (Joseph Adelakun), who has found himself on the wrong side of some very nasty people in the course of one of his disastrous get-rich-quick schemes, wants someone – anyone – to extricate him.

Enter the delayed widow Stella (Lynette Clarke), a would-be star with a tarnished reputation. What she wants is quite simple, in theory. That’s her daughter back where she can be manipulated to her mother’s benefit, the house in which Boi Boi and Miriam have been living and all the valuables and ready cash she can possibly grab.

The heart of the play lies in the exchanges between Stella and Miriam, characters one can understand even while enjoying their vitriolic encounters, thanks to some well-contrasted and deliberately over-the-top performances by Clarke and Wynter. The two young people trapped in their elders’ quarrels are also made sympathetic by Korley and Adelakun.

Michael Henry’s score encompasses traditional African chants as well as a more abrasive twelve-note instrumental sound. Boi Boi’s influence even after death is shown by Jack Benjamin both as the silhouetted image of the trumpeter with which we begin and the fallible, distinctly earthy man in reall life. The stylised movements choreographed by Coral Messam take us into a place with ancient roots where the certainties of the past are wilting under the force of the present. Not to mention the future.

Boi Boi Is Dead runs at the Palace Theatre, Watford until 28 March.

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