The list of content warnings for Sarah Kane's 'Cleansed' is long and heady: prolonged nudity, torture, mutilation, murder, sex, incest, violence, forced eating, drug abuse, homophobic and misogynistic language, blood and needles. The play opens with a syringe in the hand of Tinker, a malevolent authority figure in a psychiatric hospital-cum-prison-cum-torture den, before the syringe is plunged into the eyeball of the willing Graham.
An Infamous Play, A Rare Revival
This is an infamous opening to an infamous play, steeped in the lore of its writer Sarah Kane, whose brutal and bleak dramas in the mid-Nineties redefined theatre and caused no end of controversy. Reviled by critics of the day, Kane did not live long enough to see her elevation to the echelons of the all-time greats, as audiences came to understand the cries of pain in her work a little better.
Pain is the point, far more than plot. In this institution, Graham's sister Grace seeks romance and then seemingly turns into her dead brother. Gay couple Carl and Rod are tortured. A sweet boy, Robin, falls in love with Grace. All of them are ruled over by Leo Bill's sad, malevolent Tinker.
Metaphor and Meaning
These sharp, shocking scenes can be read as metaphor for Kane's own time in a psychiatric hospital, for the nadirs of human nature that play out in war zones, for the dark places the human mind can go when suffering from adverse mental health. The attraction for a great director is clear: Rebecca Frecknall, known for crystalline revivals of Tennessee Williams, Chekhov, and Eugene O'Neill, brings her usual clarity to every exchange.
However, Frecknall chooses to tackle the impossible stage directions ('He takes Carl by the arm and cuts off his hands') with a nervous combination of realism and symbolism, sometimes willing to go there, and sometimes hiding the action behind walls. The syringe looks like it goes into an eyeball, but Carl's hands are not cut off; they are tied and then doused in blood.
Moments of Brilliance
Both approaches have their amazing moments. On the realism side, Robin's demise is meticulously, sickeningly convincing. On the imagined side, an extraordinarily physical performance from Luke Cinque-White as Carl sees him beaten up by an invisible guard, hurling his body against the floor, smashing his head open on a wall in a bloody mess. These performances are incredible to watch, partly through the actors' sheer game submission to roles where they have to be naked, maimed, writhing in agony, and occasionally dancing.
Cinque-White again: in one of the few tender moments, he steps onto a field of daffodils that appears from under the stage and does what the play calls 'a dance of love' for Rod. The gentleness of it, his smile, the sudden lightness, while he wears blood-stained clothes and has black stumps for hands is pretty heartbreaking. Stuart Thompson, an actor who impresses more and more in each role, somehow manages in his kittenish innocence to bring humour even in the play's late, bloody and denuded stages.
Back to Brutality
Parth Thakerar's Rod contorts his face into various rictuses of horror. As Grace, Pearl Chanda turns her initial desperation into a blank despair as she's subjected to sexual violence. The production holds so hard to its extreme bleakness that it occasionally risks becoming comical. It does often feel like an experiment in the extremes of what can be staged, and a saggy middle doesn't always hold the attention. But maybe that's Kane's point too: yawning while a bloke has his feet cut off… it's like she's daring us to be desensitised.
Kane's idea is that love persists, maybe, even when twisted and degraded. Some argue for the greatness of the play, some dismiss it still. Frecknall's production plants it somewhere in the middle. Its shortcomings are not because it's a horrible play – it is, but theatre doesn't always have to be enjoyable, and that horror is clearly in the service of something – but because it's an imperfect production. Frecknall can't seem to decide whether to show us the extremes, or to abstract them, and the result is only sometimes extraordinary, never quite living up to the version of the play that runs through your perplexed head when reading it.
'Cleansed' runs at the Almeida Theatre until Aug 29.
