If you want one view of the crisis of faith in a contemporary London-based Jewish family you can go and see Mike Leigh's Two Thousand Years at the National. For another snapshot, you could trot a few hundred yards down the road to the Menier for Ryan Craig's story about Josh, who moves from north London to Israel, joins the army and finds himself on the West Bank pointing a gun at the head of a Palestinian, who may - or may not - be a terrorist who masterminded the bombing of an ice-cream shop, killing dozens of children. You could, but you shouldn't.
Sadly, the only real crisis of faith engendered by Craig's play is in theatre itself and in the judgment of all those involved in this production, who seem to suffer from the collective delusion that it is not just an inept string of cliches, stereotypes and bad Jewish jokes strung together.
With a nod towards the thriller genre, Craig's play hops through time and place - in the process causing staging problems that director Tim Supple never resolves - to link the experiences of two generations. Max and his friend Sam shared an upbringing in the Mosleyite East End, but their respective offspring, Josh and Sarah, share little with each other or their parents. Josh's decision to move to Israel appals his anti-Zionist writer father, Max, and Sam's daughter Sarah, a journalist, who after the murder of Rabin found her sympathies with the Palestinians, writes articles that cause her parents intense social embarrassment.
There is potential here, but Craig's play is complicated rather than complex and treats both Jews and Muslims as tabloid stereotypes rather than real characters. Nobody ever says or does anything that surprises you. By the time we eventually find out what they did to Weinstein, it feels as if two and a half years have elapsed, not two and a half hours.
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