Good Fences Make Fascist Neighbors

Written by Mark Peikert on . Posted in Posts, Theater.


“Beware of the British spinster” might as well be the
tagline for Neighbourhood Watch, the
first-rate Alan Ayckbourn play being given a second-rate production by director
Alan Ayckbourn at 59E59 Theaters.

When first we meet her, Hilda (a superb Alexandra Mathie) is
a grief-stricken sister, mourning the tragic loss of her younger brother while
dedicating a park to his memory. The rest of the evening is a lengthy
flashback, deeply satisfying and ultimately as suffused with mounting horror as
a Shirley Jackson classic.

Newly moved to Bluebell Hill Development, a well-to-do neighborhood
situated distressingly near the council flats, Hilda and Martin (Matthew
Cottle) are quick to invite their neighbors over for tea. The motley crew who
assemble include retired security man Rod (Terence Booth), cuckholded husband
Gareth (Richard Derrington), his flashy-trashy wife Amy (Frances Grey) and
neighborhood gossip Dorothy (Eileen Battye). As they spin stories of police
incompetence and the council flat hooligans who trespass on private property,
we see an idea form as if in a cartoon bubble over the heads of professed
devout Christians Martin and Hilda: form a neighborhood watch.

Ayckbourn proceeds to tease out the repercussions of
allowing ordinary, somewhat repressed citizens full power to its logical
extreme: a microcosm of a fascist country, complete with check-in points and a
debate over strip searches when one is entering or leaving the newly gated
community. The play itself is better than the shabby production is has received
as part of the Brits Off Broadway festival, one that finds designer Pip
Leckenby substituting plain black walls for the frequently discussed (and
mocked) sickly green drawing room. And the cast isn’t quite up to snuff,
either, particular Grey’s Amy. Her performance is a delicious blend of vamp and
truth-teller, but in her bright red wig and her barely-there costumes (also
courtesy of Leckenby), it’s unimaginable that she should have ever married
Derrington’s Gareth.

Where Neighbourhood Watch and Ayckbourn-as-director shine brightest is in the handling of Hilda and
Martin’s relationship. They still retain the closeness of siblings raised by a
single parent (one who represented a common enemy from the sound of it), but
that closeness has calcified into something creepy as they near 40. Hilda is
jealous of Amy’s attentions to her brother; Martin has abandoned all hope of
persuading Hilda that her ideas about interior design may not always be ideal.
As their relationship turns slowly antagonistic, Martin perks up and Hilda
turns icily manipulative, turning the screws on an abused neighbor as a means
to an end. Mathie’s penultimate scene, as Hilda prepares for a funeral, is a
chilling, bleak study in the futility of trying to outwit the deviously devout.

Neighbourhood Watch

Through Jan. 1, 59E59 Theaters, 59 E. 59th St., www.59e59.org.

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