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A father denied access to his children, a footballer deserting his team, a terrorist lost in the politics of peacetime. . .Modern stories of real men, inspired by the heroes of classical myth.

PRODUCTION HISTORY

Missing Persons was was first produced at The Assemby Rooms Edinburgh, August 3rd 2005.

Missing Persons was revived at the Trafalgar Studios, London, on January 25th, 2006.
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PRESS

 

telegraph.co.uk

Triumph of a Tragedy

In his famous poem "Musee des Beaux Arts" WH Auden loftilyproclaimed: "About suffering they were never wrong, the Old Masters", a sentiment that has long struck me as being as untrue as it is sententious.

Never wrong? Wasn't Hieronymous Bosch just a little too turned on by the violent atrocities he imagined taking place in hell? Yet had Auden written: "About suffering they were never worng , the An cient Greeks", Id probably be nodding my head in sage agreement. Two and a half millenia ago, the great Greek dramatists seem to have left no aspect of suffering, violence or cruelty unexplored. Again and again their plays strike contemporary chords - so much so that the most powerful artistic responses to the recent war in Iraq and its chaotic aftermath have proved to be revivals of ancient Greek drama.

Colin Teevan seizes on this fact in his remarkable collection of five dramatic monologues. In each, a modern man finds himself in a situation that mirrors ancient Greek myth. The writing is powerful, spare, and propelled by intermittent rhyme, and the five pieces, which have a combined running time of only 70 minutes, achieve an extraordinary cumulative impact, with the dramatic tension finally released in laughter.

There are tales here based on Cronos's castration of his father Ouranos, a retelling of the Medea story in which the child-killer has become a betrayed husband, and a thrillingly dark piece about a hard IRA hitman, furious about the piece process and based on Greek hero Ajax.

But you don't need to spot the classical allusions to savour these monlogues. they are taut, gripping dramas in their own right, and are performed magnificently by Greg Hicks.

I have not always been kind to Hicks in the past. He has a habit of rolling language round his tongue like a fine wine, and often approaches his roles with a quivering, humourless intensity that can seem tiresomely mannered.

Not here, however. In this subterranean space he offers performances of pared-down power and precision, extracting every ounce of emotion and nuance of meaning from the language without making a meal of it. It will be a longtime before I forget the tense confrontation he depicts between the IRA gunman and the weaselly politician who has come to tell him that the murderous game is finally over, or the hushed intensity with which the tortured husband describes smothering his own children.

But if most of Sarah Chew's atmospherically designed production proves deep and dark, there's a wonderfully funny finale in which a pissed IRish football fan loquaciously laments Roy Keane's refusal to play in the 2002 World Cup, as if Keane were some latterday Achilles, slouching in his tent. It's an inspired way of defusing the tension and lightening the gloom of a show that combines outstanding writing with one of the most electrifying performances on the London stage.

Charles Spencer, Daily Telegraph, Feb 4, 2006

Benedict Nightingale

Oh no, another unconventional challenge, this time five rhymed monologues involving mythic figures who have been transposed to the present. Yet Missing Persons, too, is a fine piece of work, thanks to Colin Teevan’s sinewy, punchy verse and Greg Hicks’s acting skills.
The subtitle is “four tragedies and Roy Keane”, which means that the final character is an Irish football nut lamenting the ferocious midfielder’s decision to sulk in his tent, like Achilles, rather than battle for his country in World Cup 2002; but what precedes that comical little number is a lot more serious and, in two cases, even more arresting. Updated versions of Cronos, Uranus and, too cursorily, Ariadne appear. But the figures who shiver the emotional timbers are a male Medea, a pharmacologist girding himself to kill his children and his wife’s lover, and, best of all, an IRA Ajax so distraught at what he sees as the sell-out of the peace process that he slaughters his horses and, finally, himself. And all along Hicks proves he can do pretty well anything with Teevan’s flexible rhymes: cool, hot, gentle, angry, dangerously calm, frighteningly vindictive. Here’s a piece that, like Faust, merits a wider British showing.

Adrian Turpin

“RSC stalwart Greg Hicks’s Missing Persons is an acting masterclass”

Veronica Lee

A man with a haunted look tells us in gory detail about how his abusive father took away his manhood; now he in turn (literally) emasculates the older man. It’s gripping stuff and the first of five rhyming monologues by Irish writer Colin Teevan, in which he fuses mythical tales with present-day characters, brilliantly performed by RSC stalwart Greg Hicks.


Ariadne, Cronos and others are referenced, but no classical knowledge is required; if you do have some, though, there is added pleasure at the liberties Teevan has taken. In the story of a hitman out of step with the new touchy-feely IRA, for instance, Teevan’s Ajax becomes the Amsterdam football club where a victim comes to a rather unsporting end.


The most shocking tale is an inversion of Medea, in which a rejected husband takes the ultimate revenge on his ex-wife by murdering her children, disposing of the bodies and refusing to tell her where they lie in their watery graves. The cold, triumphal look Hicks has as he describes her pain chills the soul.


Light relief comes in the last story, about former Ireland football captain Roy Keane, who walked out the national squad during their 2002 World Cup campaign. The team’s efforts without the midfield hardman, sulking back home, Achilles-like, were heroic in another sense entirely.
Sarah Chew skilfully directs and Jack Arnold’s soundscape is haunting…Teevan’s tales are woven with skill and Hicks is hypnotically watchable; Missing Persons deserves a life beyond the Fringe.

Susannah Clapp

Colin Teevan’s dramatic verse is pungent. And Hicks, an actor who can flick through epochs in an instant, is equally remarkable, whether playing a male, contemporary version of Medea, or a weathered, woolly capped Roy Keane fan, furious at the absence of his hero, a ‘latterday Achilles’, from the field of battle. One moment, he looks like a gigolo, the next, a giant stick insect.

Kate Bassett

Colin Teevan writes with beautiful old-school lyricism in Missing Persons: five menacing, tragic and comical monologues about contemporary heroes and antiheroes, based on Greek myths and performed with precision-tooled intensity by Greg Hicks.

Alan Chadwick

Missing Persons consists of five cleverly constructed and beautifully written verse monologues from Colin Teevan. Re-imaginings and reworkings of the classics, they succeed in having one foot firmly planted in Greek tragedy while at the same time being transformed into plays for today. So, Kronos-like, a young man living in the shadow of his father dreams of castrating ‘the old bull’, Medea becomes a Fathers for Justice parable and an old IRA warrior in exile, Ajax of Amsterdam, who fought to rid the world of dinosaurs, now finds himself the dinosaur in the new peace process....... Hicks clambers over the beachcomber-hut set to give the piece the physicality and theatricality monologues can often lack..…Missing Persons plays to his strengths – command of language, heightened delivery and the ability to create a fully fleshed

Lyn Gardner

‘like a quiet lethal explosion somewhere in the very heart of you’

 


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