Skip to main content

The End of Eddy

The Studio
Four stars

A disclaimer of sorts opens Pamela Carter’s loose-knit adaptation of French nouveau enfant terrible Édouard Louis’ autobiographical novel, which caused a sensation when it was published when Louis was just twenty-one. This is delivered by Alex Austin and Kwaku Mills, the two tracksuit-bottom and t-shirted young actors who tell young Eddy’s story as well as play all other parts by way of video footage on the four TV screens that line the front of the stage.

This prologue sets out its store regarding what, exactly, the show’s young audiences will and won’t see over the next ninety minutes of Stewart Laing’s co-production between his Untitled Projects company and young people’s auteurs Unicorn Theatre. This is a neat and less discomforting way into Louis’ story, about how a small-town boy from a working-class background was brutalised for being different, only to take the leap into a world where he can be anyone he wants.

On one level, Louis’ tale of reinvention and transcendence through art is as familiar as Billy Elliot. In the telling, however, Carter, Laing and an essential technical and design team body-swerve sentiment and angst for something more playful. As Austin and Mills tag-team the narrative, what appears onscreen becomes projection in every way, with Eddy’s family depicted as Viz-like cartoon characters against a vivid pink or yellow background.

Carter’s script is always conscious of its literary roots, at times resembling a street-smart lit-crit show for aspirational teens. It also reimagines its source material as Eddy reimagines himself. One of the show’s most touching moments is when Eddy and his father bond over Celine Dion on the car radio. When Eddy shakes off his hand-me-down machismo by way of a Zen shedding of skin, as his past life goes up in flames, he takes on the world. 

The Herald, August 23rd 2018 

Ends







Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Losing Touch With My Mind - Psychedelia in Britain 1986-1990

DISC 1 1. THE STONE ROSES   -  Don’t Stop 2. SPACEMEN 3   -  Losing Touch With My Mind (Demo) 3. THE MODERN ART   -  Mind Train 4. 14 ICED BEARS   -  Mother Sleep 5. RED CHAIR FADEAWAY  -  Myra 6. BIFF BANG POW!   -  Five Minutes In The Life Of Greenwood Goulding 7. THE STAIRS  -  I Remember A Day 8. THE PRISONERS  -  In From The Cold 9. THE TELESCOPES   -  Everso 10. THE SEERS   -  Psych Out 11. MAGIC MUSHROOM BAND  -  You Can Be My L-S-D 12. THE HONEY SMUGGLERS  - Smokey Ice-Cream 13. THE MOONFLOWERS  -  We Dig Your Earth 14. THE SUGAR BATTLE   -  Colliding Minds 15. GOL GAPPAS   -  Albert Parker 16. PAUL ROLAND  -  In The Opium Den 17. THE THANES  -  Days Go Slowly By 18. THEE HYPNOTICS   -  Justice In Freedom (12" Version) ...

Edinburgh Rocks – The Capital's Music Scene in the 1950s and Early 1960s

Edinburgh has always been a vintage city. Yet, for youngsters growing up in the shadow of World War Two as well as a pervading air of tight-lipped Calvinism, they were dreich times indeed. The founding of the Edinburgh International Festival in 1947 and the subsequent Fringe it spawned may have livened up the city for a couple of weeks in August as long as you were fans of theatre, opera and classical music, but the pubs still shut early, and on Sundays weren't open at all. But Edinburgh too has always had a flipside beyond such official channels, and, in a twitch-hipped expression of the sort of cultural duality Robert Louis Stevenson recognised in his novel, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, a vibrant dance-hall scene grew up across the city. Audiences flocked to emporiums such as the Cavendish in Tollcross, the Eldorado in Leith, The Plaza in Morningside and, most glamorous of all due to its revolving stage, the Palais in Fountainbridge. Here the likes of Joe Loss and Ted Heath broug...

Carla Lane – The Liver Birds, Mersey Beat and Counter Cultural Performance Poetry

Last week's sad passing of TV sit-com writer Carla Lane aged 87 marks another nail in the coffin of what many regard as a golden era of TV comedy. It was an era rooted in overly-bright living room sets where everyday plays for today were acted out in front of a live audience in a way that happens differently today. If Lane had been starting out now, chances are that the middlebrow melancholy of Butterflies, in which over four series between 1978 and 1983, Wendy Craig's suburban housewife Ria flirted with the idea of committing adultery with successful businessman Leonard, would have been filmed without a laughter track and billed as a dramady. Lane's finest half-hour highlighted a confused, quietly desperate and utterly British response to the new freedoms afforded women over the previous decade as they trickled down the class system in the most genteel of ways. This may have been drawn from Lane's own not-quite free-spirited quest for adventure as she moved through h...