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Review: A Pocketful of Bread at Ovalhouse

Written for Everything Theatre

A Pocketful of Bread was written in 1984 by Romanian playwright Matei Visniec, and this production at Ovalhouse marks the play’s English-language premiere. Over the course of 45 minutes, it follows Man with Hat and Man with Stick as they try to decide what to do about the situation they have happened upon: a dog stuck at the bottom of a well. The two men rage at the cruelty of humankind, bicker about the best method to go down into the well and contemplate whether or not the dog actually wants to be saved, but end up doing nothing other than throwing down some bits of bread.

The inevitable comparison is with Beckett’s Waiting for Godot, which features similarly surreal discussion between the two main characters (Man with Cane and Man with Hat spend several minutes discussing whether or not blind dogs actually exist). I was also strongly reminded of Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard, due to the sense of indolence that pervades the play: the characters clearly recognise the need to do something, then proceed to talk and talk until they’ve talked themselves out of it again.

Attending a play by Chekhov or Beckett can be a real exercise in frustration for the audience, and A Pocketful of Bread is not much different. The show’s very short running time means that it’s not exactly a chore to sit through, but it definitely lags at times. Had it been much longer, I probably would have … It’s also, unfortunately, just not very funny. While in other absurdist plays the audience is usually rewarded for their patience with a bit of dialogue so wacky it makes you laugh, Visniec’s text didn’t manage to raise more than a couple of lukewarm chuckles on the evening I attended.

On the positive side, Ross Mullan and Gabriel Mansour deliver assured performances as Man with Hat and Man with Stick respectively, and there’s an ingenious twist at the end which almost makes up for all the earlier frustration. Director Anne-Sophie Marie has certainly picked a good moment in history to present this bleak, poignant reflection on human nature, which feels very timely despite its age. I just wish, perhaps confirming all Visniec’s worst fears about humankind, that it had been a bit more fun.

This show has now completed its run at Ovalhouse