Who's the Daddy?
And without giving away much more, I will say that seeing this 60 minute play last night changed how I think about theatre forever (or at least saved me from the Sunday paper's love-in over Eton pot heads, a topic for another day). In some senses the death that is being explored in An Oak Tree is the death of that traditional realism in theatre, that ‘sleight of hand’. The audience and the play ‘meet’ to seek help from each other, to find a healing for the ‘loss’ they’ve suffered. Few contemporary plays are so forthright about the substitutions that theater makes and the audience cooperation it entails.
An Oak Tree is a dark, funny, often puzzling, often disturbing, and almost unwaveringly powerful night of theatre. Crouch strikes me not just as the Real Deal, but as someone who is completely on his own distinct path. After seeing An Oak Tree, I will keep paying attention to where this path leads. And you should, too.
An Oak Tree
Until 4 March
Tickets from £7.50