Jez Butterworth's 'The Winterling' @ the Royal Court

The second half, despite the gutsy new character of Sally Hawkins, was slacker. 'One Year Later' in lights at the beginning perhaps spelled trouble - that same reverse chronology, catching up with itself in a third act, spoiled the good start of 'Southwark Fair' recently. Has any playwright worked this trick well? Is it always a sign of a play not knowing where it's going? We came to the end and there was the longest silence I've heard at the close of a play. No-one was sure it had ended. Only when the stage lights came on and the actors stood in a line did we know to applaud. Then the auidence was whooping (friends in?).
Jez Butterworth (pictured) is old enough, praise be. The energy of his language is raw yet polished, and while violence soaks the atmosphere it doesn't soak the floor - the only blood is a runny nose. So many young male playwrights (maybe women too, Sarah Kane?) get off on violence - I guess I did too - but you grow out of it.
A playwright not to be jealous of - his play deserved all the care, time, sweat and expertise lavished on it. Listen for the pulse of Stephen Warbeck's music too. Perfect.
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