Review: Yous Two (Hampstead Theatre)
Chelsea Walker directs Georgia Christou's debut play
What is modern-day parenthood? Is there a difference between caring for someone and caring about them? These are complex questions, they ripple through Yous Two, a tightly knit full-length debut from writer Georgia Christou.
Set exclusively in the peach-walled bathroom of a flat, all mildew stains and murky vanity mirrors, writer Christou challenges our ideas of parenting, of fatherhood and motherhood, and whether there's even a difference between the two, in a side-tickling 70-minute show.
We open to find Jonny (Joseph Thompson), naked in the bath, puffing away on a spliff while the radio chatters in the background. All of a sudden, his 16 year-old daughter Billie bursts in, desperate for a wee. They chat – jovial, jocular. She checks his anus for cancerous growths. He calls her 'babe'. This isn't what we'd call 'normal' parenting, but then again, Christou asks, what is? And as Billie faces the unexpected prospect of becoming a mother before she's gone to college and Jonny a grandfather before the age of 40, the debate gets more and more intricate.
There are some heavyweight performances on show here, not least from Shannon Tarbet as Billie, physically a driven, constantly fidgeting teenager, while also snapping into a wiser and more mature stillness. Sometimes a whip-sharp Billy the Kid, headbutting those who cross her, other times simply Billie the kid, sat in her father's lap and sucking her thumb ("I haven't got bucked teeth yet!", she cries). Then, all of a sudden, she's Billie the young mother-to-be, faced with circumstances that hasn't factored into her life ambitions.
But does maturity go hand in hand with capable parenting? As Billie becomes a mother, and her friends reflect on their own parents ("My dad has two phones", her confidante Rachel sighs), it seems that they often don't – Billie's baby daddy Fudge (Ali Barouti) might be a hilariously cringy teenager ("If I had a son I'd name him something hench…like Aslan"), but that doesn't disqualify him from being a great parent. Christou teases these ideas out slickly, letting them bubble through the characters while never letting the concept override the stories on show. It's compact, tight, and refined to a T.
Designer Rosanna Vize slices Jonny's flat down the middle, leaving a vague triptych – bathroom in the central panel, with the flat's corridor on one side and the outside wall to the right. It's neatly laid out, and director Chelsea Walker is wise to use the artificial partitions of the three panels to emphasise distance or lack of communication. For a play that is intensely realistic, the visual style emphasises the underlying artistry neatly.
The show hastens, too speedily, through a final act, leaving you burning for just a few more minutes with these characters. All in all, though, this is a measured and well-oiled writing debut from Christou. Yous Two is the 50th show in the Downstairs space at the Hampstead since its new writing initiative started in 2010, and, if this piece is a sign of what's to come, then I'm already excited for the next 50.
Yous Two runs until 24 February.