Have you heard of Rosie Sheehy? I’m prepared to take a punt that you might not have, given that she is not famous in a stack-of-column-inches sort of way. Yet. Sheehy is nothing less than by far the finest stage actress of her generation, a thrilling shapeshifter of a performer who subsumes herself so entirely into her roles that I have just had to Google information about her native accent. In The Brightening Air at the Old Vic last year, she was utterly Irish; here she is Welsh. So blistering is her performance in Luke Norris’s pregnancy drama that if the Royal Court Theatre could plug her into the National Grid, it would save a fortune on its energy bills for the duration of the run.
The action starts in hospital, as a pregnant couple attend for their 20-week scan. There is lively banter (‘‘Shall I read you a poem?” “Are you trying to make me leave you?’’) as they wait for the return of the nurse who has been gone a worryingly long time. The pair are nameless, Him (Robert Aramayo, breakout star of last year’s hit film I Swear) and Her (Sheehy), because what Norris offers is 100 minutes of devastating universal resonance.
This is the epitome of the power of live theatre: the immediacy of our connection to these characters and the proximity of the actors, as well as the sense of an audience collectively holding its breath as the pair are presented with an impossible choice – and the ramifications thereof.
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Jeremy Herrin’s beautifully modulated production provides the perfect support structure for this magnificent piece of writing, as Norris offers a series of scenes that keep on undercutting our expectations. It is an exquisite examination of pain borne jointly and severally, along with the rightful recognition that even in the most extreme circumstances we humans do tend to think about what’s for lunch. There is gallows humour and eviscerating truth-telling, as Sheehy blazes and Aramayo treads a quieter path, while suggesting fathomless depths of unexpressed anguish as a man watching his wife suffer and their joint hopes crumble.
If theatrical justice is served, this play, essentially a two-hander save for a few minutes of a kindly midwife (Lena Kaur), should go on to conquer the world, as there is nowhere where this will not be relevant. Selfishly, I want to keep Sheehy on stage for ever in an expanding repertoire of roles, although I suspect that television is belatedly going to recognise her talent and whisk her away very soon. Catch her, catch this, while you can.
To 21 February (020 7565 5000, Royal Court Theatre, London royalcourttheatre.com)
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