Nightsongs

Before seeing Nightsongs, I thought this
tagline must be alluding to the big drama within. Apparently not. In reality,
the actual play gives nothing more than those three sentences. Unfortunately,
it’s drawn out into an hour of monotonous, repetitive dialogue which neither
inspires nor informs.

It is either very brave or very stupid to have a clock on
stage unless the play is so gripping one forgets that it’s there.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case and I found my eyes fixed on the time
rather than the supposed action on stage on more than one occasion.

The play thrives on its repetition, which to a point helps
create the suffocating monotony experienced by the young woman. However, after a time the audience are
almost screaming at them both to do something about the situation. Peter James
puts in a convincing performance as the infuriating young man who mopes about
the house all day, socially inept and depressed. This unfortunately resulted in
me having to restrain myself from applauding when he finally takes some form of
control of the situation in the concluding moments of the play. Rosalind Steele
too, gives a strong portrayal of a woman trapped in emotion; the inner struggle
between her heart and head providing the only break to the tedious dialogue.

The interruption of impromptu comedic moments within key
emotional scenes is neither convincing nor welcome, breaking the tension
created through the situation. What the audience is left with is a play which
seems caught in between genres, lost halfway between tragedy and comedy, never
committing to one but hinting at both, leaving the audience confused and
ultimately indifferent towards the ending.

Whilst Nightsongs is well executed by
both the cast and their director, Hamish MacDougall, its flaws lie in its depressing,
uneventful script. It attempts in some way to reflect reality but becomes stuck in a purgatory between genres, losing
thread after thread of any attempt at committing to one. One can see where writer Jon Fosse
attempts to use several devices, such as repetition, but he overuses them to
the extent that all the audience can feel is frustration, thereby rendering the
Ibsenesque ending superfluous.

– Rowena Betts