Elegant revival of Complicité’s transcendent tale of time and memory, and the stories we tell to conceptualise them
Part mystery story, part profound exploration of memory, human migration and the intangible idea of identity, this elusive, utterly absorbing piece from avant-garde performance makers Complicité was first staged in 1999. This smartly reimagined version weaves contemporary tensions – technology-driven alienation, rising nationalism and the mass displacement of refugees -– around its two tangentially connected plot lines. In the present day, a woman searches Europe for her estranged father; in 1991, the 5,000-year-old body of Ötzi the iceman is discovered in an Alpine glacier.
Company co-founder Simon McBurney returns to direct and gives the sprawling piece an elegant, unhurried staging in the National Theatre’s Olivier. Sequences blend fluidly together, with echoing dialogue and recurring gestures carrying through from one scene to the next, creating an aural and visual collage of overlapping content. Understated yet precise physical work offers striking imagery, while plenty of humour keeps the energy up during passages in which seemingly disconnected ideas are methodically developed. Gradually, all the threads will cohere – though not entirely neatly.
Michael Levine’s slick set is often left strikingly bare, allowing the ensemble plenty of room to sweep about the space. Significant props and items of furniture rush on at high speed – a bed, a two-way mirror and vast curtains of rippling, semi-opaque plastic suddenly materialise in the space when required, adding to the production’s dreamlike feel.
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The piece is performed by a skilled ensemble – including several members of the original company – who play a host of supporting characters, making each nicely distinct in the brief moments we spend with them. Khalid Abdalla plays Omar, whose life goes into an obsessive tailspin when his partner Alice disappears with no explanation beyond a cryptic voicemail. In their scenes together – a series of remembered conversations and late-night phone calls – Abdalla conveys deep vulnerability and hurt, gentleness and flashes of believable anger. And he delivers the production’s light-hearted opening address as a fun high-speed ramble, careering between personal anecdotes and scientific trivia with charmingly awkward enthusiasm.
By contrast, Eileen Walsh is a more frantic presence as Alice, capturing every bit of the raw grief and desperation to connect to her roots that drives her to walk out of her mother’s funeral and embark on an unplanned international journey in search of the father she never knew. Elsewhere, Kostas Philippoglou is warm and charismatic as an effusive Greek taxi driver, and Tim McMullan blends wry humour and scientific wonder as an archaeologist studying Ötzi.
As they retell and reframe their competing stories, we are invited to consider memory not simply as a mechanism for recalling past events, but as an ongoing act of imagination. One that allows us to create order and meaning from the overwhelming flood of sensory information we experience throughout our lives.
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