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The Guardian - UK
The Guardian - UK
Entertainment
Susannah Clapp

Treasure Island review – astonishing spectacle

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‘Mighty’: Patsy Ferran, left, as Jim Hawkins with Arthur Darvill as Long John Silver in Treasure Island.

Polly Findlay’s production of Treasure Island is astonishing, if not yet quite quick, clear or sufficiently frightening. Strange comic turns – what is that Welshwoman with a beard and a hen doing there? – blotch it. Yet it contains some really remarkable things. Bryony Lavery’s sharply written adaptation makes Jim Hawkins a Jemima – “girls need adventures too, Mrs Hawkins” – and lights up the ambiguous centre of Robert Louis Stevenson’s story. Who remembers being beguiled and betrayed as a child? Everyone will who sees Arthur Darvill as Long John Silver: he glides and insinuates, but he’s also a magnetic raiser-up. He makes Jim look at the stars.

Lizzie Clachan’s design is a drama of its own. Massive curved ribs enclose the action: we’re looking at a ship but also at the inside of someone’s body; into their heart, you feel. As the mighty deck is winched up, a beehive of cabins appear beneath; later the same space becomes a huge dripping cathedral of underground caves. A glugging, sucking sandscape allows Joshua James’s extraordinarily lissome Ben Gunn to look as if he was being birthed by a mudpat.

James, who argues with himself as if he were on a Tourette’s chat show, is one of the original features of the production. Tim Samuels’s doleful Grey – a pirate so colourless that no one ever recognises him – is another. Still, the absolute marvel is Patsy Ferran as Jim: “Be you boy or be you girl?” “That be my business.”

I’m not surprised she is proving herself mighty; I am only pleased she has managed it so quickly. Ferran made her stage debut as a scene-stealing comic maid in Blithe Spirit only in the spring. This autumn she was extraordinarily subtle – melancholy and obsessive – in James Graham’s The Angry Brigade at Plymouth. She brings these qualities to Treasure Island, where her mixture of wistfulness and sprightliness and her light-as-a-feather movement makes her sometimes look like a tiny Charlie Chaplin. Wit comes not only out of her mouth but of her elbow. She is one of the best young actors I have seen in the past decade.

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