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Sheridan Morley - 23 September 2005
A Journey still worth making
If All Quiet On The Western Front is the classic film of the
First World War, then the greatest play of that conflict is
Journey’s End, revived after triumphantly touring the
country and the West End.
RC Sherriff’s all-male play is set on the Somme in three
days of March 1918, leading up to the most intensive German
offensive of the war. We never leave the trenches nor a company
of soldiers under severe attack.
But written only a decade after the Armistice, Sherriff’s
script neither raises nor resolves any questions about policy
or the High Command: the war is taken as an absolute, to be
fought because it is there, and Journey’s End is largely
about the mechanics of waging it.
In a trench before St Quentin in France, a cross-section of
British officers and men are gathered as a group of immediately
recognisable types – the courageous young officer drowning
his neuroses in drink; the reformed coward; the hero-worshipping
lad straight from school; the cheery cockney and pipe-smoking
schoolmaster who reads Lewis Carroll.
Despite its moments of personal drama, this was in many ways
the first and most English documentary of a war that had not,
when first preformed, been chronicled in real detail. And
in its detailed observance of characters under the stress
of the dugout it is in its own way a small masterpiece.
The lunacy of the war, idiocy of its generals, and failure
of its aims are never allowed to impinge upon the nobility
that Sherriff, drawing on his own experience, found.
David Grindley’s original production, restaged by Tim
Roseman, uses a cast of 10 economically and there’s
a sense of tension in what could otherwise easily become a
talking shop.
Michael Siberry, as father-figure Osborne, Ben Righton as
Stanhope and Robert East as the colonel lead a strong company.
Though there is comedy, Sherriff was clearly writing soon
after the event about awful times through which he found men
to admire. Journey’s End deserves this revival, not
only for what it tells us about the trenches but the mood
it reflects of the war. It is not just what Sherriff writes
about but the mood it reflects of the war. It is not just
what Sherriff writes about but the perspective through which
he writes it that gives us the best insight into what happened
on the Somme and how it was allowed to continue. |
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