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| Betrayal, Comedy Theatre
Artsdesk Written by Fisun Güner This is a play that begins after the end of an affair, and threads its precise, forensic way back to the very beginning of it, to the first touch and act of betrayal. In the opening act, as the lovers are awkwardly reunited after two years, the theme of deceit as a web of competing and ambiguous claims is firmly established. Jerry, a literary agent, has learned that Emma, the wife of his oldest and dearest friend, with whom he had an affair for seven years, may now be having an adulterous relationship with one of his writers. Emma casually but unconvincingly dismisses his suspicions. Betrayal is Pinter’s most psychologically nuanced play, and Kristin Scott Thomas brings a brittle vulnerability and, by turns, a steely self-possession to the role of Emma. She appears to lie easily and without conscience, yet it’s her strained smile that betrays her fragility. Held a little too tightly and for just that fraction of a second too long, we see that it acts as a precarious piece of emotional scaffolding. In this regard, she resembles her husband Robert rather more than the softer, more seemingly straightforward and guileless Jerry, though Jerry, too, has concealed his adultery from his wife – indeed far more successfully, it appears, than Emma has from her husband Robert. 'Clearly, to confront Jerry would spell a devastation more painful to him than any damage to his marriage' Robert, in turn, conceals his knowledge of the affair from Jerry. The friends continue to meet for their regular lunches, but we are privy to only one of these: the first lunch after Robert has learned of the affair while holidaying with Emma in Venice. He had managed to squeeze out a confession with a series of barbed observations that finally corner Emma into delivering the truth. And, although Emma’s manner is rather more subdued at this point, this she delivers with the same kind of surface calm that accompanies her lies. Of course, we learn only in the later scenes, with the rewinding of the clock, the full extent of her deception. Ben Miles, who is outstanding as the clever, astute Robert, plays the cuckolded husband as one whose barely repressed rage simmers beneath his measured verbal sparring. He talks frequently of wanting to arrange a game of squash, as if defeating Jerry on the squash court is the only way he can think to assert his masculinity. Yet it’s also a way of keeping Jerry close. When, at one point, Emma says that she will accompany them to a game, Robert delivers a monologue on the male-only rituals surrounding the game: the shower, a lunch peppered with talk of sport, and perhaps other women, a round of beers. He is knowingly sending up the ritual, but nonetheless it’s Emma he seeks to exclude, not Jerry. Clearly, to confront Jerry with the truth would spell a devastation more painful to him than any damage to his marriage. Douglas Henshall’s Jerry spends much of the time wearing an expression of wounded bafflement, as he learns that he’s been lied to not only by Emma but by Robert. And whereas a kind of public-school archness, with its edge of cruelty and contempt, characterises Miles’s portrayal, Henshall’s Jerry simply moves from an apparent guilelessness to gutlessness: his choked response to Emma when she tells him that she is pregnant by her husband is simply to say, “I am very happy for you.” And so, when it comes, Jerry’s heady, wordy, drunken declaration of love at the play’s close, which is joyful and comedic and almost heart-bursting to watch, also contains a note of aching sadness: love itself is held up to scrutiny, for it is the idealism of love that ultimately fails and betrays us. I have never seen a production of the play quite as liable to bring a lump to the throat. The Comedy’s Theatre’s relatively small stage suits the claustrophobic intensity of this three-hander very well. Ian Rickson’s direction keeps the action tight and well paced, while the dialogue is deliciously snappy, particularly in the rhythmic banter between Robert and Jerry – rather like an aggressive but exhilarating game of squash, in fact. This is a production that serves Pinter's exquisitely crafted play very well indeed. Arts Desk June 17th 2011 |