|Nicôle Lecky in This Heaven|
|Gary Wood in Our Country's Good|
This language is sparse, poetic and evocative. It was also totally lost in the National production. I'm not sure if it was even spoken, or, if it was, whether it was spoken in English. Certainly there was no contact between the Aboriginal character and the audience. Every production decision was calculated to make him distant and "Other" - exotic, and therefore of no concern to us. Michael Billington's review talks of him "exerting some mysterious Puck-like power", as if the indigenous were literally another world. The production brings him into the action whenever there is violence or cruelty between the white characters, as if he were the embodiment of their savagery. This is about as far from the open spirit of Belvoir as it is possible to get - and it really saddens me to see it on Britain's national stage in the 21st century.