“Aggrieved, Arrogant, and Abused”
“Toxic masculinity” is a phrase we nowadays hear over and over. Director Nicola Murphy, who helped mold three masterful performances in Abbie Spallen’s Pumpgirl, in the Irish Rep’s intimate Scott W. McLucas Studio Theatre, uses it to describe the play’s world, noting “how it affects men and women, and how complicated recovery can be for both victim and abuser.” This is certainly true of Spallen’s play, set in Newry, a small, dead-end town near the southern border of Northern Ireland, but it’s hard to pin all the toxicity in this darkly dreary, rural world on its masculine component.
|Clare O'Malley, Hamish Allan-Headley. All photos: Carol Rosegg.|
Hammy (Hamish Allan-Headley), who wears a flashy, racing driver’s jacket (spot-on costuming by Molly Seidel). is a raucous, foulmouthed, hard-drinking, devil-may-care egotist who works in a chicken hatchery and gets his kicks driving in stock car races. Given to quoting Queen lyrics, his reckless style has earned him the label “No-Helmet” Hammy. Married, with two kids, he carries on with Pumpgirl, who, despite her appearance, seems thoroughly heterosexual.
And then there’s Sinead (Clare O’Malley), Hammy’s much put-upon, largely-ignored, attractive wife, who has a palpable distaste for Hammy’s presence, and finds herself obsessively entwined in an affair with Shawshank, an ex-con, quotation-spouting, drinking buddy of Hammy's, despite his unappealing looks.
Events coalesce following a shocking act of sexual violence: betrayal, guilt, potential murder, and reckonings ensue.
The McLucas’s interior—sharply lit by Michael O’Connor—has been completely rearranged by Yu-Hsuan Chen to provide a wide performance area, with an aisle runway. At our left is a double-bed, standing vertically, from which Clare often speaks. Nearby is her kitchen area. Toward center is a car seat, the focus of much of Hammy’s activity, especially when he’s racing, his unprotected noggin knocking against the invisible window. And at our right is the cashier’s counter and petrol pumps belonging the station where Pumpgirl, who also changes oil, does her thing.
Spallen, however, hasn’t written a conventional play but, instead, a series of interlinked monologues in which the characters tell their stories, speaking other people’s words when necessary, a literary device not unfamiliar in other recent plays. The Irish Rep itself was the venue for such a play, Little Gem, just this past August, while the Keen Company did Molly Sweeney two months later.
|Hamish Allan-Headley, Labhaoise Magee.|
Much as it has its value in providing actors with richly rewarding opportunities, the device isn’t always able to sustain interest over the course of the play's two-hours and five minutes, although it regains momentum as it barrels toward its second-act conclusion. Theatre is theatre, not oral interpretation, as exemplified by the two brief moments in Pumpgirl where the characters momentarily relate to one another.
As in much other Irish writing, the colorful language is as much a dramatic component as any of the plot elements. Spallen is exceptionally adept at writing colloquial speeches, embedded with profanities, using stunningly apt metaphors that nonetheless sound as if they could have been spontaneously created by these unschooled characters. A simple example is when Hammy, rescued from a burning car by being doused with a fire extinguisher, declare that “It’s like being spunked by an elephant.”
The images are mostly unpleasant, cruddy ones, capturing the mundane feels, smells, sounds, and sights we daily experience, like the pieces of food lodged in seat cushions, or a husband’s rancid breath, or the noise of snoring. Spallen weaves them into a poetic prose that piles one atop the other, many spoken so fast and in such thick brogues you sometimes miss the forest for the trees.
Magee, Allan-Headley, and O’Malley offer headily intense, emotion-packed, viscerally magnetic performances. You may not catch every word but you can’t help but be moved by the depth of conviction of the aggrieved Sinead, the arrogant Hammy, and the abused Pumpgirl. When the latter delivers a wrenching monologue toward the end, the tears streaming down her face, some visitors may have a hard time keeping their own cheeks dry.
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