Once A Catholic, theatre review: 'The piece invites broad, breezy laughter'

Tricycle Theatre, London

Paul Taylor
Friday 29 November 2013 12:47 GMT
Comments
Molly Logan in the Tricycle Theatre's 'Once a Catholic'
Molly Logan in the Tricycle Theatre's 'Once a Catholic'

Your support helps us to tell the story

From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.

At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.

The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.

Your support makes all the difference.

Paul Wills's witty, vibrant design is like a cross between a kitsch Catholic chapel and a garish jukebox and creates just the right atmosphere for this spirited revival by Kathy Burke of Mary J O'Malley's 1977 hit comedy about life in a convent school in Willesden in 1957.

The play itself, though, which follows three girls (all called Mary) through their “O” Level year, has not worn well.

Molly Logan is excellent as the grave, victimised Mary Mooney who has a natural piety but whose innocent questions are interpreted as knowing insubordination by the grotesquely suspicious nuns.

The piece invites broad, breezy laughter at the expense of a repressive culture where even wearing tampons is considered self-abuse and where Sean Campion's desk-bashing priest can declare that missing mass is a more heinous sin than wife-murder.

It's also sharp about the proprietorial attitude of the Irish towards Christianity. “Why didn't Jesus go straight to Dublin?” asks Calum Callaghan's gloriously tacky teddy boy.

The trouble, though, is that the choppy revue-sketch format emphasises how repetitive and protracted the play is and how inadvertently ironic is its dogged refusal to acknowledge any redeeming features in the cartoon villains.

To January 18; 020 7328 1000

Join our commenting forum

Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies

Comments

Thank you for registering

Please refresh the page or navigate to another page on the site to be automatically logged inPlease refresh your browser to be logged in