The Vaults, London – 4 March 2018
Guest reviewer: Meredith Jones Russell
Carol and Sue are lifeguards sat out on an appropriately chilly-looking British beach. They make conversation, eat biscuits, and wait for something, anything, to happen. Meanwhile, a dog walker scans the sand with his metal detector, pausing occasionally to ponder such issues as the nature of buried things, or which sea creature would have the nicest garden (spoiler alert: Ringo Starr-like, he reckons it’s the octopus). Will these three come together, and how? And what, if any, will the consequences be?
Kathryn Gardner’s script is beautifully paced and observed, drawing nice humour as well as poignancy from these three characters, each of whom variously finds companionship in the other, in spite or perhaps because of being isolated in different ways. The writing is taut, and the story is sweet and enjoyable.
A particularly hilarious moment comes as Sue thinks, or perhaps hopes, she spots a swimmer in distress and rushes to help. The banter between Carol and Sue is very funny and the double entendres littered throughout the dialogue fit appropriately into the seaside setting, without verging into ‘Carry On’ territory by being lingered on for more than a second.
As Sue, Gardner also brings a lovable innocence and naivety, contrasting with the jaded, dry-witted Carol, played hilariously by Amy Ambrose. Joshua Ruhle adds an appropriate level of other-worldly quirk as the unnamed dog walker.
There are some odd moments. The harshness of Carol’s character and some of her outbursts can jar against the extreme childishness and comedy of the other two characters. References to the difficulties of being female are under-explored and feel almost as if they have been shoehorned in from another play. But each performance is fondly and comically observed. In fact, the cast corpse so often they seemed to be having as much fun as the audience.
It’s a lovely play, the cast is having a lovely time, and you probably will too.