You will never think of actors as spoilt attention-seeking needy up-themselves luvvies ever again if you have the good sense and good fortune to see the play Roadkill on until November 20th at the Theatre Royal in Stratford. I saw it – experienced it – on Saturday night and the visceral impact has not left me. Nor will it for some time. God help the people acting it out night after night.
Ideally you would come to this play as I did – fairly ignorant of the content and trusting of the friend who bought the tickets – and thereby less armoured against the shocks. But as most normal people prefer more of a clue about what they’re about to see, here goes…
Roadkill shows the trafficking, sexual enslavement and brutalising of a young Nigerian girl, Adeola, tricked to London by a supposedly benign “auntie” figure. The play begins onboard a bus outside the theatre as two last minute passengers find their seats. As we drive towards Canning Town, the bright lively innocent Nigerian girl chatters, squeals with excitement at the dowdy cityscape and preens in her newly acquired Londoner status. We leave the bus at a terrace of condemned houses, and enter the only one still habitable – Adeola’s new home.
Inside she is renamed Mary. Then the home becomes her prison and torture chamber. We, the small audience, share the cramped rooms upstairs and down with her and her visitors as she suffers hell on earth. Which sounds grim. And it is. Especially so close, so intimate, so sweat-soaked and in-your-face that nausea, revulsion and a strong impulse to crush one particular character’s nose with a sudden elbow to the face as he passes milimetres away, are understandable.
However, this is not a gratuitous shockfest. Two aspects lift it much higher. The clever direction uses the space and some very ingenious projected images to convey the monotony of the brutality without it becoming monotonous and allowing the audience to become desensitized. There are also lines that are not crossed. At certain points I anticipated revelations or actions with a sick feeling in my stomach, only for my expectations to be repeatedly confounded.
Can’t reveal more for fear of giving too much away to a potential audience member, except to say that Roadkill is not about how all men are bad, weak or selfish. Neither is it an exploration of prostitution, though selling sex and the comforting delusions that ease customers’ consciences are part of it.
This is based on the reality of violent sexual enslavement of women in Europe. Fiction based on extensive research by the award-winning play’s originator and director Cora Bissett, with women who have experienced it and are trying to prevent it. Some were in the audience on Saturday night.
Mercy Ojelade plays the only just teenage Adeola/Mary. I was in awe of the physical and emotional journey she has to make on the nights when there are two shows. Fresh, funny, guileless and sassy before her exhausting descent into hell – only to have reinvent herself as the convincing child for the next bunch of voyeurs. I witnessed her second punishing performance on Saturday. She was utterly convincing. (She’s interviewed about having a career in acting here.)
Adura Onashile plays Martha, the procurer/madame/boss of the squalid prison – gentle, fierce, seductive, scary, scared.
plays various male roles – the good, the very very bad and the very ugly – again utterly convincing physical performance to the extent that some audience members had not quite grasped that all the male parts were played by only one man.
But why on earth would any actor want to steep themselves in something so unpleasant, so harrowing, so draining? Well, OK, money. But also because it’s a wonderful, powerful and important play that if you live anywhere near east London YOU MUST SEE. Or else catch it on tour somewhere else. Picket the theatre for extra shows if it’s sold out.
As I resisted the urge to look away during Saturday night’s performance, I knew that this was what theatre was all about – intimately physical, mental and emotional experience impossible to replicate anywhere else. (Except in life – unfortunately given the subject matter in this case.) You’ll have plenty of opportunity to sit like a vegetable in a cinema or in front of the television in future – but don’t miss your chance to feel something much more.
You’ll want a drink afterwards. Luckily there’s decent bar at the Theatre Royal – best theatre bar I can remember being in. And you’d never know who might be plonked down beside you having a drink too. Like the not-at-all-scruffy director Cora Bissett, for instance. (The play’s text was by Stef Smith.) Could my night have been any better? I think not. And I hereby declare that my opinion of this searingly good play was not at all influenced by Cora buying me a pint. It’s just evidence that she’s generous as well as daringly inventive and talented. Or it could be a Scottish thing – the sharing impulse. (She does other stuff too – writes, acts, plays in bands, sings – details here.)
If you want more detail about Roadkill – you can google the reviews. The Sunday Times gave it four stars at the weekend. Lyn Gardner in the Guardian said of its Edinburgh run that “it doesn’t feel as if this is just a play” . And of course it isn’t – which is why Cora urges you to find out more from or donate to these groups that help children who have been or are at risk of being trafficked:
- Refugee Council
- Scottish Refugee Council
- ECPAT – End Child Prostitution, Child Pornography and the Trafficking of Children for Sexual Purposes
- Amnesty International
- Anti-Slavery International
- Edo State Women’s Association Nigeria (UK-based)
- Human Trafficking Foundation
16 responses to “Roadkill”
After this excellent — heart wrenching — description, I can’t even begin to imagine being part of the cast night, after brutal night. A stiff drink afterwards, indeed.
The three actors were so impressive – with such stamina too.
Sounds like a play that really shakes you up and makes you think, unlike many that are quickly forgotten after you leave the theatre. Unfortunately Northern Ireland is no exception to the sexual trafficking business and a number of women have been rescued from appalling conditions in recent months.
Maybe it’ll tour over to Belfast – as you say, message needed there too.
I think I might need to psych myself up for this one. Not denying these things happen, just don’t want to revive old memories from way back.
That is a risk.
Before the performance I attended, there was a discussion with people who work in the field of trafficking – so some advice and help was on hand. And the free programme also listed organisations and contacts.
Really enjoyed your review. The play was astonishing. And somehow managed to be neither judgemental nor condescending. I just hope a few of the punters who unthinkingly finance this trade get a chance to see it.
Astonishing – good word for it.
Thanks for taking me.
This story presents a world-wide problem; wish I were there to enjoy the play.
I miss the theatre, it’s so expensive here that I rarely go but it does get the juices flowing and the thought processes thumping. I’m not sure I’d have the fortitude to sit through this though after being involved in http://www.projectfutures.com
Good for you for your past involvement.
Re expense – tickets were £18 – don’t know how that compares with your place. So not cheap, but doable for something very special.
I can tell you how it compares. I wanted to see a play at a small local theatre in Sydney in 2008 and they were charging around £30 a pop. I decided not to take the gamble on what might have been excellent but might also have been rubbish.
Fair point Nick. I suppose it was word of mouth got me in the door – or on the bus. Wonder if word of blog works as well?
Man, I hope that I get to see it. What a review! Phew!!
What an amazing review. Will watch out for this- let’s hope it tours to Belfast. It sounds absolutely unmissable and I agree that an after theatre drink sounds almost mandatory. Thanks, Emma
This is really interesting.