Holy Shit, Kiln Theatre

Monday 10th September 2018

Claire Goose and Dorothea Myer-Bennett in Holy Shit. Photo: Mark Douet
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Holy shit! After being closed for two long years, the old and battered Tricycle Theatre in Kilburn has been refurbished and relaunched, with a name change and £5.5 million-worth of improvements. It’s now a much more welcoming place, full of light at the front and with an on-street café, as well as easy access to the new plush seats and excellent sightlines. Although some patrons have grumbled that the name change is a betrayal of past achievements, disrespecting its legacy as a highly political place, Indhu Rubasingham, the artistic director, has created a much more hipster-friendly, much more middle-class venue than the previous community hive.

But not everyone likes that. The opening night of the opening show featured a small demonstration, with protestors politely holding bright yellow placards with slogans such as “Give us back the Tricycle we love”. Yet there were no disruptions, and although the café’s cappuccino machine was taking a night off, the bar was serving food that would make any gastro pub proud and the prices of the drinks are shamelessly high. But who cares? In this warm, beautifully decorated environment, all deep crimson and dark wood, with a genuinely lovely auditorium, it seems churlish to make jokes about the gentrified venue’s new name, even if it does suggest a potty bake-off just as much as a creative furnace.

If the Kiln is Kilburn’s new creative crucible, you’d expect the opening play to be a nice middle-class comedy, and at first Rubasingham doesn’t disappoint. Coyly advertised as Holy Sh!t, actor and writer Alexis Zegerman’s new play is a topical account of the lengths that some parents will go to get their kids into the best local schools. Or, at least, that is how it begins. Sam Green and Simone Kellerman are a nice middle-class professional couple (he designer; she journalist) and so are their friends, Nick and Juliet Obasi (him teacher; her marketing). Although Simone and Juliet have been best friends for decades, their relationship comes under strain when they both try to get their four-year-old girls, Milly and Sophie, into the best local school.

This happens to be St Mary’s, a Roman Catholic school which gets great results. But although Juliet is a Christian, and even believes in God, Simone and Sam are more opportunistic. They are Jewish so they have to learn to make some adjustments for the sake of their Milly. Cue some good jokes about religion, and hypocrisy, as the pair begin to go to church and try to convince the local priest that they can be good Catholics. What turns this light comedy of manners — with its enjoyable scenes that include a retro party — into something darker, more emotive and more interesting, is Zegerman’s willingness to explore not only belief, but also prejudice. And she’s not afraid of talking about the ugly side of people’s reaction to difference, to diversity.

A small Muslim child calls Simone “Jew” in the street; then the offstage children, in a frantic escalation that reminded me of some scenes from Yasmina Reza’s God of Carnage, exchange religious and racial slurs (Nick is black so Sophie is mixed race). The temperature rises, and even innocently polite phrases, such as “We just came to pay our respects”, become as abrasive as gravel in a risotto. Nick, who is a convinced atheist, argues his case strongly, while Simone reclaims her Jewish heritage when a member of her family dies and she decides to mourn in the age-old traditional way. She also begins to believe in spiritual visitations. And while Nick tries not to over-react to everyday racism, his wife has no such qualms about fighting her corner as a mother. In fact, the fights between the two mothers rapidly escalate into rage.

Zegerman’s characters are well drawn, each having a nice balance of attractive and annoying characteristics, and she throws them into a whole series of nightmarish scenarios, where their parental feelings are thoroughly mashed up. Not all of the jokes land equally well, but those that do exude a powerful tang of truth, and there are moments of deep emotion that bring tears to your eyes. As this satire on parenting, which is admittedly occasionally predictable, revs up, other themes such as female friendship and cultural as well as racial prejudice barge their way to the fore. Although to some audience members much of this is unexceptional, a lot of it sounds much more troubling if you happen to be one of the many minorities involved. By the end, when only one of the two couples is successful in their school application, you can’t help but wonder — as you are surely meant to — whether it is religion, race or class that is the main determinant of a child’s success.

In the context of the antisemitism row in the Labour Party, the Islamophobia row in Conservative ranks, and the everyday racism of even polite society, Holy Shit feels relevant and contemporary, its emotional and intellectual intelligence always near the surface. (Don’t expect too much subtlety.) Still, Rubasingham’s sharp and entertaining production, cleanly designed by Robert Jones, is very enjoyable, and fits snuggly into the much modernised auditorium. Her cast is faultless, with Dorothea Myer-Bennett and Claire Goose offering contrast and depth as Simone and Juliet, while Daon Broni and Daniel Lapaine give a fully rounded feel to two men who are sometimes in danger of being eclipsed by their wives (the couple dynamics here are instantly recognisable). With this zinging production Rubasingham has announced not just the revival of a refurbished old theatre, but the arrival of a brand new venue. No shit.

This review first appeared on The Arts Desk 

  • Holy Shit is at the Kiln Theatre until 6 October.

1 Comment

  • Christine Eccles commented

    on Thursday 20th September 2018 at 12:51 am

    The faith school in question is CoE, the church Anglican Catholic — not Roman Catholic, the hymns for example are all Protestant ones. The CoE allows many forms of service and one sort is called 'high' or Anglican and has all the smells and bells of RC but without Papal authority and with a few but nevertheless crucial differences in theology and practice. CoE is well established in the text. Many RC schools historically serving w/c Irish and immigrant catholic communities and located within them are not necessarily the desirable ones. But if they are, the entry requirements for over subscribed RC faith schools usually are higher, requiring at least one parent to be christened and confirmed and all children to be christened. Sunday mass is obligatory within this faith, tho' this is not an absolute. It can take 10 months to two years to convert to RC. Simone would never have been able to hit this deadline. RCs don't take communion wine. I know all this because I was an RC who boarded in a convent school for 9 long years. Juliet would not feel so unable to vent her personal frustrations in the face of the overwhelming evidence of Jewish and black oppression if she were RC as RCs have been legally repressed for centuries, since the Reformation — so she'd have her own troubling trump card of persecution and oppression to play against the other minorities. For example and for what it's worth, RC ppl are the only ppl not allowed in law to marry into the royal family. There has been a Jewish PM but never an RC one — Tony Blair had to wait to convert until he stepped down. But Juliet is CoE and as such part of the establishment and therefore feels she is fair game. And then there's the Irish Catholic thing. Part of the anti Corbyn/John McDonnell venom when it's not coming from within the LP is coming from the Tories/Unionists (the CoE at prayer) who are biased against their support of Sinn Fein and McDonnell's RC background. It would be a v different play if the faith school were an RC school and Juliet an RC — maybe a knottier play. I'm surprised you conflated the two branches of Christianity after so many centuries of violent division between RCs and the CoE. These distinctions matter in Co Kilburn, I'm sure, if not to you. Btw the only solution out of this mess is for the state to become secular and to stop supporting faith schools. And I v much liked the play.

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