Usual disclaimer: Another preview? I honestly can't remember booking to see so many shows before their press nights. So I won't say much, but Tim Crouch's play (in which the playwright also appears, playing a version of himself) is another of those Royal Court Upstairs productions where the staging is almost a star of the show in itself. The seating is set up for a traverse performance, with two banks of seating facing each other and a narrow area between them. In fact this isn't used - the four actors, Crouch, Adrian Howells (as an over-eager audience member) Vic Llewellyn and Esther Smith (as the two actors who starred in Crouch's imaginary previous play, a blood-soaked shocker about abuse) sit in amongst the audience and deliver their speeches from there. They rarely interact with each other, but frequently do so with the real audience members. The question here is how far you can go in the name of art - as they recall their experiences with the earlier play, we see that writing it, performing it and even watching it had some major consequences to all four. I enjoyed it, although I'm not sure all its themes gelled - I'll be interested in seeing if the reviews consider it to be an interesting postmodern experiment in theatre turning in on itself, or as self-indulgent.
The Author by Tim Crouch is booking until the 24th of October at the Royal Court Jerwood Theatre Upstairs.