Life in a bleak house in Lie Of The Land
'We have inherited a house, a house in the country, a house by the sea.' So begins Torben Betts's savage new play in which a newly married couple leave the city for a new life of solitude and self-sufficiency. Following the award-winning The Unconquered, Betts again indicts middle-class complacency in this terse two-hander.
The fractured, hypnotic dialogue is superbly brought to life by Nia Gwynne and Neal Barry. Its poetic rhythm would be lulling were it not for the sea's ominous swell and the swooping of low-flying aircraft threatening the couple's fragile peace.
With scenes introduced by fuzzy, silent movie-style descriptions on a screen behind them, the pair seem contented at first, the woman busying herself with thoughts of babies and a novel and the man with fishing and local history. A sense of resentment simmers, however.
Divided by class and aspirations, the distance between them is revealed by Adam Barnard's meticulous direction. As the waters rise and what remains of civilisation threatens to catch up with them, personal happiness in the face of environmental devastation is shown to be as futile and impossible as genuine connection with those we hold dearest. There's little redemption up for grabs in this powerfully bleak piece.
Until Aug 25, Pleasance Courtyard (V33), 12.30pm. www.pleasance.co.uk