When Henry Higgins picks up flower girl Eliza under the grand columns of the opera house in Covent Garden so begins a story about class, female independence and forms of social engineering in which the link between various forms of betterment and happiness are explored from several angles. Higgins becomes a controversial teacher-oppressor, both creating the opportunities for Eliza’s development that opens up a more refined life but he is also the man who essentially builds a cage around her, a polished prisoner of the Frankenstein creation she becomes. Alas, the Old Vic’s much vaunted new production of Pygmalion could use a Higgins-figure to apply a little polish to its madcap comic-book interpretation that races through the story in under two hours but loses character insight and atmosphere along the way.
Richard Jones’s production has so much potential; the pairing of Patsy Ferran, straight from her success in A Streetcar Named Desire, and Bertie Carvel who has cornered the market in chameleonic character roles over several years. Pre-publicity talks about a radical new take on George Bernard Shaw’s drama and designer Stewart Laing has created a hybrid contemporary-early twentieth-century visual design that wraps in a Scandinavian simplicity along with the excesses of cartoon cinematography. But with more than a week until it’s official press night, Jones’s production needs to find a slightly calmer state in delivery to earn its more introspective resolution.
There are lots of layers to Pygmalion and quite a lot going on in Jones’s approach which takes some shears to the play to deliver it in under two hours without an interval (a decision the theatre is still toying with) while nonetheless borrowing some additional material from the musical My Fair Lady to cover the more elaborate scene changes. The architecture of Bernard Shaw’s work is there and much of the very familiar dialogue, but while the original play allows the teaching of Eliza to occur off-stage, Jones brings in a handful of sequences from the film for a fast-paced montage, accelerating her phonetic and elocution lessons that move quickly to Eliza’s more refined accent. The tone is light with often exaggerated characterisation that tips Higgins into comic strip villain territory, supported by Adam Silverman’s large semi-circular spot lighting and Will Stuart’s music that create a comic strip broadness.
Jones’s production divides itself into two halves; the first an unsatisfactory and high-paced farce that prioritises physicality over an intellectual engagement with the play’s core themes in Acts One and Two when Higgins first encounters Eliza in Covent Garden and she subsequently arrives at his home to pay for lessons. Both are directed at a particularly high pitch, as physical knock-about comedy that gives the actors free-reign to overplay their roles, avoiding the naturalism that sits beneath Bernard Shaw’s play and exploring the parameters of bodily and verbal comedy in a cartoon-like heightened world. Eliza’s famously guttural sounds and hysterical reactions to Higgins’s conversation are the centerpiece of this production’s light-hearted humour, played against a version of the Professor that turns him into a tweedy busybody with ideas about theories of social improvement without caring much for the human and individual consequences.
It is, however, an overwhelming start to the play, one that seeks to emphasise the extremes of character both in Eliza and Higgins that leaves little room for their characters to breath or to fully introduce themselves to the audience, predicated on a great deal of screeching and rotation around the stage. The shrill and uncouth presentation of Eliza is particularly judgmental of working class women – perhaps more so than Bernard Shaw intended – and shows her largely through the eyes of Higgins and the upper-middle class group sheltering from the rain, making her look ridiculous. That may have been a useful angle from which to position the play but it is not a thread that Jones develops particularly successfully in the rest of the show. So, although Higgins’s unchanging and challenging view of Eliza is essential to the plot, her growing stature later flips the play, taking the audience far deeper into her own perspective, balancing out Higgins’s misreading of her character.
What Acts One and Two need are a glimmer of that possibility, of the attentive, intelligent and brave woman that Eliza already is. She raves and overreacts certainly but she is also smart enough to recognise an opportunity to change her life, to determine her own direction of metamorphosis in these early scenes. By stripping her of humanity, looking at her through this extreme and judgmental lens, this is at odds with the philosophical discussion of Eliza’s relative freedom and value as a human being that takes place later in the play. Higgins may not spot her potential but the audience must, and while these scenes have a broad humour, their energy is currently too high, not providing that crucial opportunity to establish the momentum the production needs to support those undercurrents of class destiny and the ethical complexities of shaping another’s life in your image.
As written, Acts Three-Five have a more solemn purpose, exploring the process and consequences of Higgins’s work, and looking more closely at the emotional and philosophical subtext in Bernard Shaw’s play as the effect of Eliza’s transformation takes place. Unlike the musical, the play doesn’t normally include the instructive lessons, although Jones has inserted several of these largely to hide some major set piece changes behind the curtain. And overall, this part of the production is more successful, retaining the light pace and comic book caper tone but giving Eliza more space to grow into an independent character. The scene in which she is introduced to Mrs Higgins and the Eynsford-Hill family at a disastrous tea entirely gives her the floor while her evident silence at the Ambassador’s Ball feels marked, choreographing her movement around the stage, allowing others to talk about her while she maintains a dignified but also an imperiled silence that makes sense of the confrontations to come.
The tone starts to shift from the comic strip comedy towards a better understanding of the play’s central debates in the longer and more discursive final scenes, and while there is much sharpening-up still required, the real meat of the play is here as Eliza is able to articulate and enunciate the demands of her interior life as well as the consequences of making her into a ‘lady.’ Higgins is given a kind of lab in which to work, presented as a scientist conducting a time and conditions-bound experiment, but Jones’s production could do much more to explore the ethics of his approach and behaviours to his subject. And although the original setting is more or less retained, a twenty-first-century production could be expected to think more carefully about the different interpretations of the central relationship – be it older man and young woman, teacher and pupil, scientist and subject – and reflect on the coercive position in which Eliza has been placed and what that means for her freedom to act, her developing sense of self and the opportunities she is presented with or creates for herself. Even within the humorous style of this Old Vic production, it should nonetheless actively engage with the sexual politics of the play to create the character depth it needs and bolster the audience engagement with these issues that demand attention in the closing section of Pygmalion.
Stewart Laing’s design is far more representative than the actors’ interpretations, encasing the stage in contemporary wooden paneling and using the same material to suggest the ‘noble architecture’ that Eliza’s vocabulary disgraces. And the stage is divided into different zones, large-scale events taking place on the full stage including Higgins’s work room, Mrs Higgins’s drawing room and the ball, while transitory scenes and ‘filler’ take place towards the front of the stage screen. The division becomes a little rotational and functional, noticeably passing time until bigger pieces of set have moved into place and providing opportunities for the actors to play to the audience, including an overlong sequence of Higgins verbalising funny vowel sounds while his laboratory is prepared. Laing’s staging and Jones’s direction are not always in harmony and the production has yet to decide how representational it wants to be, blending the dry set choice with full costume and even fuller performances.
As a result, these scenes often lack atmosphere, uncertain about the grandness or even the era that they represent. Pre-press has suggested the production is staged in the mid-1930s but that is not consistently realised through staging, costume or the play’s underpinning morality; there are elements of contemporary design particularly in Eliza’s original outfit while the Edwardian era is retained in the exchange of money between Higgins and Eliza’s father Alfred as well as its gendered relationships (which shifted considerably in the inter-war years), preferring to follow Bernard Shaw’s template to retain the comedy excesses of the Professor’s disdain. The revised period setting ultimately adds relatively little to the reworked story and there is scant appreciation for 1930s decor or dress in any of the staging decisions.
Fresh from a triumphant run of drama’s great heroines, Patsy Ferran could make much more of Eliza Doolittle than is currently on view. She was magnificent as Blanche Dubois from early preview with limited rehearsal when still partly on book, so there’s every reason to expect this central performance to grow across the remainder of the run. That focus should be on the early segments of the production, the exuberant, frenzied Eliza who rants and wails with relatively little provocation, and Ferran could bring the scale of this down a little to create more depth and nuance to pre-transformation Eliza, giving the character something to grow from. Yet from her arrival at the disastrous tea party – which is very well played – Ferran is her consummate best, putting her own stamp on a character that speaks those overly familiar lines, balancing well between the exaggerated diction and the growing interior life as self-reflection, shame and a capacity for pain are the double-edged consequences of her improved diction. The capacity is certainly there to become the best thing in this uneven production.
Bertie Carvel takes a different line completely, turning Higgins into a cartoonish villain with heightened accent and a number of squirmy physical quirks. Eager to separate this interpretation from smoother and more authoritarian performances, Carvel’s Higgins is nerdier and more two-dimensional, finding very little to trouble his calm perception or aid his self-realisation along the way. It is perhaps a deliberate choice, one that seeks to address the toxicity inherent in Higgins’s brand of masculinity but it does of course make him an entirely comic creation, provoking laughter from his barbed comments and lack of empathy. Without embarking on any kind of trajectory across the play, he is merely a gargoyle with little to redeem him, making it far harder to believe that Eliza could ever be tempted to spend another moment in his company.
There is good support from Michael Gould as Colonel Pickering who lacks dialogue if not stage time and Sylvestra Le Touzel as a firm Mrs Higgins with little affection for her son. And we long to see more of them both interacting with Eliza in quite different ways to contrast Higgins’s belief that Duchesses and flower girls deserve the same dismissive treatment. Jones goes for speed and comedy over character depth, using a number of fun spotlighting devices and performance decisions as though this were a graphic novel come to life. A calmer start might smooth the way for this Pygmalion as it finds its feet in the week ahead of press night so that its important discussions about female agency, class and the right to determine who you are, are not lost in the farce.
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