PETER COLLEY Playwright-Screenwriter
I'LL BE BACK BEFORE MIDNIGHT!
2003 at the Oldham Coliseum (near Manchester, England)
KEEPING
YOU GUESSING UP TO THE END |
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"The kind of (audience) reaction I haven’t heard since Psycho." |
Twisting
and Turning Thriller Moves at a Fast Pace
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"I found myself enjoying Colley’s ingenuity (he keeps you guessing throughout, which isn’t bad going when there are only four characters)" |
Midnight Chill Full
of Laughs SEND your patrons off into the summer break with a crowd pleaser and they’ll be back for more -- if not before midnight, then at least around September. It looks like there is no danger of absent audiences come the new season if Peter Colley’s blood-and-guts chiller has anything to do with it, directed with an attitude just this side of Hammer horror by John Adams and performed with remarkable gusto by a cast of four. “Midnight”, as befits a thriller written in the recent past, is a sort of cross between Agatha Christie and Ira Levin -- a good selection of motives and potential villains mixed with the sort of adult shenanigans (implied not viewed, in case you are of a delicate disposition) that dear old Aggie could only dream of. To lighten the load of all the blood and sordid nastiness, there are laughs -- rather a lot of them -- although as the play progresses some are of the nervous variety. Colley’s play isn’t really comic but has one light character (or is he?), the local farmer, George, our all-knowing guide, storyteller and handy chap to have around in a crisis. Obviously written to cut across the sinister plot, the role is played with native earthiness and insensitive charm by Andy Abrahams. The crisis in this case is the young city couple installed in his guest house in the wilds while she (Jan, played by Vashti MacLachlan) recovers from a breakdown and he (Greg, James Nickerson) tries to collect flints and keep his sister Laura (Laura Richmond), with whom he has been rather too friendly, at arm’s length. The story follows the events of one summer in this moorland cottage with its banging windows, ever-whistling gales, ghost stories and frequent blackouts, and when I compliment Phil Davies’s clever lighting design, I realise the irony of that last bit... Despite having a general aversion to this sort of play, I found myself enjoying Colley’s ingenuity (he keeps you guessing pretty much throughout, which isn’t bad going when there are only four characters), the wonderfully detailed set by Janet Bird with its sliding doors, banging windows and tatty look, and Anna Holly’s all-important sound design, with its heart-stopping music and bleak weather sounds. The cast is pretty exemplary throughout. Vashti MacLachian plays her wide-eyed victim with eyes so wide they should be fitted with end-stops, while James Nickerson displays what one might call anxious calm as her husband and Laura Richmond a hearty vampishness as the sister. As a package it is great fun -- and a good thriller too. PG Oldham Chronicle |
"It’s lovely to meet again Canadian Peter Colley’s resourceful thriller, which provides a generous helping of sheer visceral thrills -- never over-ladling them but, just when you think they’re over, coming back with more... moment-by-moment excitement." |
GREAT
PLAY. GOOD PRODUCTION Stage thrillers rarely thrill. Compared with cinema, their attempts at technical shocks and surprises are creaky. Theatre throws emphasis on the actor, and therefore on character. Plot-based thrillers need restricted individuality, which easily seems false in the theatre. Novels leave scope for reader imagination to fill in a sense of reality; cinema creates it with background and location, plus swift cutting to some other part of the chase when things might get dodgy. Theatre also destroyed the genre’s credibility from within. Socially, the middle-class world of nasty things with an ultimate logical explanation depended upon a cozy audience consensus which became increasingly unstable. And the great leap forward -- Anthony Shaffer’s Sleuth - produced a focus on games-playing, and consequent audience rug-pulling, which became confirmed as the way ahead in such successful followers as Ira Levin’s Deathtrap and The Business of Murder. Attempts to establish character-based thrillers have lead to cardboard cut-out motivation and vapid roles which actors try desperately to give a third-dimension, much harder to inject into a script on stage than on screen -- especially when so often they’re commercial tours led by TV-famed performers. So it’s lovely to meet again Canadian Peter Colley’s resourceful thriller, which provides a generous helping of sheer visceral thrills -- never over-ladling them but, just when you think they’re over, coming back with more. Things go bump in the night -- and worse -- often enough around this farmhouse, made remote by the victim’s nervous fragility. Colley also has a satisfactory response to the problem that plotters as long ago as Agatha Christie and Dorothy L. Sayers used every possibility of villain. He doesn’t cheat on narrative. John Adams’ direction gives us moment-by-moment excitement, and Colley’s play remains a creepy night out. Manchester Online |
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