Initial tension in Bracken Moor unravels as ghosts are revealed

A scene from Bracken Moor by Alexi Kaye Campbell @ Tricycle Theatre, Kilburn.
(Opening 14-06-13)

A scene from Bracken Moor by Alexi Kaye Campbell @ Tricycle Theatre, Kilburn. (Opening 14-06-13) ©Tristram Kenton 06/13 (3 Raveley Street, LONDON NW5 2HX TEL 0207 267 5550 Mob 07973 617 355)email: - Credit: ©Tristram Kenton

Bracken Moor

Tricycle Theatre

Ghosts linger everywhere in Alexi Kaye Campbell’s icy new play, Bracken Moor. It is 1930 and the spectres of soldiers past mingle with families in ruins. Over all this looms the threat of the Second World War and the legions of boy soldiers that will fall in its wake.

One ghost rises above them all – that of Edgar Pritchard, who died when he fell down a shaft in the Yorkshire Hills. His death has made a phantom of his mother, Elizabeth (Helen Shlesinger), who has cut herself off from the world. Edgar’s death has also made a machine of his father (Daniel Flynn), who has slowly fossilised behind his stiff resolve.

The play opens with the Pritchards on the verge of turning a corner. They are admitting guests for the first time in 10 years. Terence Avery (Joseph Timms) – once Edgar’s best friend – has come to stay with his parents, the gutturally cheerful Vanessa Avery (Sarah Woodward) and the laughably oblivious Geoffrey Avery (Simon Shepherd).

Director Polly Teale keeps the tension simmering nicely in the first act. The stage rattles and flickers but the spirits stay beneath the boards. The acting is brilliantly textured and the slippery emotions keep us on our toes.

Shlesinger jitters between desperation and defiance. Woodward’s Vanessa initially seems a touch shallow but her delivery is thick with empathy and regret.

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A compelling power struggle develops between the two mothers, as Terence is subsumed by his best friend’s spirit.

But the play begins to unravel as the ghosts and themes reveal themselves. Alexi Kaye Campbell is a sophisticated writer but he has slightly overwritten and outrun himself.

Ideas of female subjugation, the rise of the machine and the dehumanising impact of war all jostle for position.

It is too much to handle and the thrills and characters get lost in the din.