Madeleine Herbert's already given a perceptive
review of Kindertransport which I'd
endorse. The phenomenon of the kindertransport is one of which succeeding
generations should be aware. 10,000 children were sent into Britain alone, not
all of them Jewish, nor were a majority of the British people Jewish who volunteered
to receive and bring them up. This is not only a Holocaust story but a shining
example of people who helped strangers from no motive of gain. Many receiving
families put up a bond of £50 (c. £2,200 in today's money) to cover the
transport of the youngsters, and other expenses. Then all post-arrival living
costs were born by the receiving families and in some cases by charity
subsidies; no government money was forthcoming.
The
structure of the drama doubly cross-cuts firstly between the scenes in 1939
Germany and England, and in England a generation later, and secondly between
the six characters. They remain mutely on stage or participate in the action at
different periods of their lives. This structure is cleverly conceived by playwright
Diane Samuels and well-executed by director Nathan Peter Grassi who kept
control of the time and nation-frames so the audience could follow the action
without strain. Craig Smith's set of piled up crates, boxes and cases was
flexible, practical and even quite attractive. Something very similar was
employed for the set of Around the World
in 80 Days at the Oxford Playhouse – coincidence, I'm sure.
I
especially liked the performance of Polly Mountain as
Lil, a host mother to Eva, newly arrived in Manchester by kinder train, and
then as grandmother. She varied her tone adroitly within certain self-imposed
limits – keeping her delivery style appropriate to the dialogue. And here, in
my view, lies the problem with the play. One must assume from its very title
that it's attempting to represent in its way the wider experience of the
kindertransport programme. This is also indicated by the presence of a
'Ratcatcher' (referencing the Pied Piper of Hamelin) who on two or three
occasions looms large in cloak and hood in a dimly-lit corner. This metaphor is
rather at odds, though, with the script which remains persistently grooved in
the single, domestic situation.
This script does not, either in its written
words nor in its focus, really contain the resonance necessary to bear the metaphorical
weight asked of it. This is emphasized when we hear the resonant, famous radio
broadcast by Richard Dimbleby on 15th April 1945 from Bergen-Belsen
Death Camp. The domestic situation is
presented as a domestic drama of family authority, responsibility and identity
– squabbling mother and rebellious daughter, grandmother caught in the
crossfire etc - whereas the kindertransport experience was one of forced
separation, heartbreak and tragedy on a huge scale.
It may be that the director and actors were aware
of this problem because, just as Madeleine Herbert has indicated, they - Ms
Mountain excluded - rather over-egged the low-key pudding of the script in
their playing as though they were trying to stretch artificially the emotional
resonance of what they were saying. The net result was rather too much
emoting. The play was also a little too long. A number of people around me were
looking at their watches half an hour before the end. The running time was advertised
as 1 hour 20 minutes whereas (at least on Saturday) it was 1 hour 50 mins with
no interval.
This was a decent stab at a topic drenched in tragedy but
which contains an element of hope.