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Bernard Shaw’s nuance lost in red-letter play

THEATRE REVIEW

Pygmalion GARRICK THEATRE, LONDON In 1914, the year Bernard Shaw’s play premiered, the Daily Express took a flower girl to see it. She was evidently shocked by the language. The Theatre Management Association asked Shaw to delete the offending word. “Not bloody likely!” he replied and resigned from the Association. It is ironic, for a play that is all about being ladylike and speaking properly, that this is the one line of dialogue everybody remembers. It was then the first time the expression had been heard on the stage. On the first night there was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a roar of laughter, followed by a stunned silence, and then more laughter. The audience laughed so much they almost wrecked the play. A hundred years on it still gets a big laugh because it is so beautifully placed during the famous tea party scene where the pedantic correctness of the pronunciation is so hilariously at odds with the vulgarity of the narrative.

In the same way that the success of Oscar Straus’s operetta, The Chocolate Soldier, drove Bernard Shaw’s rms and the Man off the stage in 1914 so did Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe’s musical, My Fair Lady, drive Pygmalion off the stage in 1958. Professor Higgins, an illmannered 20th-century Pygmalion, takes Eliza Doolit tle, a flower girl, out of the gutter and determines to pass her off as a duchess within six months, never giving a thought, as to what might happen to her after the experiment is over. He is an egotistical bully, who walks over everybody; but he’s no Svengali. Rupert Everett, who cuts a dark, brooding, sinister figure, needs to look at Shaw’s stage directions which describes Higgins as remaining likeable even in his least reasonable moments. Everett is never likeable and there is no chemistry between him and Kara Tointo (an impressive debut as Eliza); not even in their curtain call.

Philip Prowse’s production, disappointingly humdrum and lifeless, adds a new ending: a marriage mime. The groom is in uniform, a gratuitous reminder that England is at war and that the lifespan for a second lieutenant was 10 days.

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Robert Tanitch




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