The Body Of An American Review

William Gaminara and Damien Molony in The Body Of An American

Photographers are a crazy bunch and I’ve enjoyed their company throughout my working life. But taking a snap of a couple’s golden wedding anniversary pales into insignificance compared to the harrowing images a war photographer faces every second that they’re in the field.

It’s no wonder some of them turn out crazier than a box of frogs.

Writer Dan O’Brien, himself no stranger to emotional trauma, spent nearly 20 years corresponding via email with battle-scarred Pulitzer-prize winning snapper Paul Watson and the outcome is The Body Of An American, one of the most exciting and original new plays that you’re ever likely to see.

Its European premiere took place at the Royal & Derngate on Friday and I’m still reeling from the experience.

Director James Dacre, the Northampton venue’s new spiritual leader, has courageously brought the edginess and unconventionality of fringe theatre to a mainstream venue.

Right from the outset you know it’s going to be an unusual performance piece – and not for anyone who suffers from claustrophobia.

The two-hander, which stars former Silent Witness lead William Gaminara and Ripper Street’s Damien Moloney, takes place in a contained coffin-shaped set, just one entrance, with two rows of seats along either side and fake snow on the ground.

There’s no way out once the 90-minute play starts. You’re trapped with the actors performing, like a pair of caged animals, just inches from where you sit. Their emotions are visceral – intense, provocative and intimate.

It’s very disconcerting when either Gamninara, as an emotionally unstable Watson or Moloney’s equally fragile O’Brien looks you right in the eye to deliver their next line. You feel partied to the scene. I almost wanted to reply with my own dialogue.

At either end images are flashed up. Some are regular Sunday Pictorial specials of children playing in ruins or of peasants in the field.

But there’s one which started off the men’s unusual relationship. It’s the body of an American pilot, dragged from a downed Black Hawk chopper and paraded through the streets to be violated by an angry mob.

His hands are tied, most of his clothes ripped off and he’s abused. It’s an image of war, similar to thousands of others taken by Watson.

But it affected a young American writer, plagued with his own demons, who, until then, was struggling to come up with a piece about “historical ghosts”.

The resulting play is over-analytical, in that way that Americans have of dissecting every emotion, but equally fascinating and immensely powerful.

We’ve never had the same respect, in this country, for war photographers (who could name a famous British cameraman?) but they have always been a big part of American journalism.

It’s difficult for Brits to understand the importance and necessity of their work when images from war zones are flashed into people’s homes via social media and the digital age. Every soldier carries a smart phone. Who needs a guy risking his life to capture the human face of conflicts?

Even Watson’s own efforts go largely unrewarded. He may have been given a Pulitzer but he admits, during the play, that only about six people bought his last book.

So it’s worth seeing as an experimental, curiosity piece. All the dialogue you hear comes from actual conversations between the two men.

I’m not sure it travels well – it is peculiarly American – but the astonishing performances of both actors will have a profound effect on you.

The speech comes machine-gun fast as they talk to each other, and to the audience, about their relationship. We are taken to a variety of locations around the globe, and over several years, as the emails fly from one to another, so you have to tune in and keep up with the pace.

Molony’s Dan is your typical scruffy, bearded, academic, long greasy hair stuffed into a beanie, carelessly dressed, trying to teach, write and come to terms with his own nightmares. He looks strained. It’s a very powerful performance from the rising TV star.

Gaminara’s impressive Canadian accent, last heard at Aylesbury’s Waterside Theatre in Less Than Kind, is rolled out, though at times drifts south of the boarder. As Watson he is confident and conflicted (and reminded me of Dennis Hopper’s crazed photojournalist in Apocalypse Now).

I’m not so sure I believed O’Brien’s interpretation of the man. This Watson appears haunted by the ghosts of some of his subjects, particularly the dead American. Most snappers I know view the camera like an invisible shield to ensure they keep their distance from whatever they’re taking.

At the end of the day, they tell themselves, it’s just a picture. No emotional involvement. Stay detached and you can do the job.

The Body Of An American was on at Royal & Derngate Theatre in Northampton between 27 February – 8 March 2014.

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