Here Comes The Night
by Rosemary Jenkinson
Lyric Theatre until 14th My 2016
The Gallaghers live in East Belfast. It’s 1966. Mary (Kerri Quinn) is heavily pregnant, whilst her husband, Vincent (Michael Condron), is heavily into his revolutionary novel based on the Easter Rising but they are not happy bunnies. There’s an undercurrent in the neighbourhood about a Catholic writer championing ‘the cause’ in a mainly Protestant area, there might be repercussions. But he won’t be dissuaded and Freddie the postman (Thomas Finnegan) backs him, but then he’s in love with Mary’s sister Jenny (Susan Davey) despite the fact that he’s from ‘the other side’. “You Mean you’re a ghost” she asks.
Typical of Rosemary Jenkinson and her way of mixing it all up to give a thought provoking evening’s entertainment, one more offering in a growing and impressive canon of work from this local writer.
In the second act, we move to current day, May 2016 same house in East Belfast but 50 years on, the cast double up playing the more modern characters.
The couple, and bringing Belfast up to date, the young wife is Polish, who have just moved in don’t know anything about Vincent Gallagher until the man from the Ulster Historical Society arrives to tell them there’s a Blue Plaque being put up on Thursday to celebrate his life and his writing! They aren’t too keen, the past is the past as far as they are concerned but then the culture minister Donna Duineachair – reminds us of someone not a million miles away – arrives to try to make them see sense and embrace their identity.
Some lovely cameos, Thomas Finnegan as the ‘jack the lad’ postman, then Dean in 2016, Kerri Quinn as Donna and Niall Cusack as Boyd of the Blue Badge. Sound performances all round. And a word for Enda Kenny the costume designer who comes up with some lovely maternity wardrobe for Mary.
Once this production plays a few more times I imagine it will tighten up and it will be better for it but it pleased the audience on opening night, plenty of laughs, moments of tension and a novel look at how the past comes back to bite us on the arse, the postman’s words, not mine!
By Anne Hailes
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