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Di and Viv and Rose

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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Di and Viv and Rose - superbly played by Tamzin Outhwaite, Gina McKee and Anna Maxwell Martin – are three university friends in the 1980s who grow older, go mad to music, drift apart, share confessions about relationships, meet again in New York, lose track, have babies, illness and too much to drink.

The title of Amelia Bullmore’s sharp and funny play is redolent of a similarly titled piece about four girls by Pam Gems at Hampstead many moons ago, Dusa, Fish, Stas and Vi. That involved more drugs and feminism; well, it was the 1970s. Anna Mackmin’s post-feminist production, with a great soundtrack ranging from Prince to Velvet Underground’s “Pale Blue Eyes,” is equally poignant on career options, maternity and promiscuity (“Who’s the father?” “I’ve narrowed it down to six”) and then diverts into tales of rape, disease, marital misery and death.

But it never feels as though these developments are shoe-horned in. The play is brightly episodic and fluently staged on Paul Wills’s simple box design of a student flat (complete with coffee cups and bicycles) that opens out to urban neutrality and a world elsewhere.

McKee’s Viv – who is either Irish or Geordie, I can’t decide; neither can she - is the one who has the career (in fashion) that goes like an arrow, while Maxwell Martin’s sloppy sociology student Rose blunders into having Japanese twins, and Outhwaite’s fiery lesbian keeps her own partner at bay and considerate tabs on her friends.

There’s one very Dusa Fish -type scene when all three of them go absolutely karaoke berserk at the end of a night out, and there’s also a definite sense in which we get to know and care about these characters, even if middle-class Rose defines the one thing they can’t be without as dried apricots.

I imagine that any girl or woman who’s flat-shared at some point in their lives will identify with the tribalism and friendship in the play, the kind of way in which you keep in touch in later life, the oddness with which lives pan out, the unexpectedness of achievement (“It’s the best book on gloves I’ve ever read”), the disappointment of things going wrong through weakness or lack of thought.

And I reckon that most men would admit that almost everything that is said or happens in the play rings horribly and hilariously true.


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