In this production, directed by Gbolahan Obisesan, the subject matter of the author’s soapbox soliloquies include: the exploitation of women; New Labour; the costs of higher education; youth pregnancy; the banking industry; recession; capitalism; sexism; feminism; evangelism; and communism. With two and a half hours in which to haemorrhage social statements, no topic is left untouched.
Eye follows the story of Diana, a single mother and student lured into the harem of a university tutor by the promise of his help in paying her tuition fees. She eventually escapes this unfortunate situation and disappears without trace, prompting a member of the local branch of the Salvation Army to try to track her down.
Balls, the second play in the double bill, is set some time after the events in Eye and has at its heart the story of a stag-do gone wrong. What begins as a bit of fun for a group of lads on a weekend away ends with a dramatic discovery of some uncomfortable home truths.
As far as storyline is concerned there are no loose ends. Whilst everything is accounted for between the two interlinked plays, the tenuous plot in Eye seems only to exist in order for Solemani to present a series of naive statements on society, peppered with a litany of stereotypes. These characters are portrayed with varying degrees of success by a large cast, although Carly-Jayne Hutchinson as Diana should be commended for her convincing and committed performance.
For someone with feminist leanings supposedly attempting to challenge ‘modern day notions of femininity’, Solemani’s portrayal of her female characters is surprising: all are either witless morons or whores and her characterisation consists purely of pigeon-holing and vilification. The male characters are misogynistic and exploitative, but at least show some shred of intelligence.
Humour works better in these plays when not clouded by political statements, making Balls the more likeable piece. That said, the laughs are generally at the expense of the message and at points even undermine it. Jokes about anti-Semitism and abortion are clearly tongue-in-cheek, but remain difficult territory to negotiate. And while the author seeks to highlight the exploitation of women, she also largely points the blame at them, while male characters manage to escape persecution.
Set changes are clumsily undertaken and the dance segments in Eye diminish the show to an amateurish level. The set itself however, by Chloe Lamford, is clever and versatile.
Eye/Balls shows glimpses of potential but is let down by an inappropriate use of humour and a failure to hold the right people to account. Audiences astute enough to see beyond the cheap gags – many of which are gratuitously sexual – will be disappointed.
- Catrina Denvir