Blinded by the Sun takes off from a case of scientific fraud and the play is not above a little trickery itself in that, for much of the first half of Ron Daniels' absorbing production, you are led to believe that this deception will be the central focus of the work. In fact, it's what the response to the fraud reveals that is the real heart of the piece.
Christopher (Duncan Bell), the scientist who fakes a breakthrough sun- battery for creating entirely pollution-free energy, is an enigmatic blank and of much less thematic importance than Douglas Hodge's Al, a blokey 40-something-cum-overgrown-adolescent who has been made head of department not because of his so-so talent but because of his management skills.
Exposing Christopher is both the "making" of Al and, by an ironic route, the un-making of the department. Metamorphosing into a celebrity author of pop bestsellers that capitalise on the exposure by fomenting a suspicion of experts, Al also gets elected onto the key committee that grades scientific departments. This is bad news for Frances de la Tour's dryly-amused, wistful, high-minded Elinor, a scientist at work on some profound project that can't show short-term results.
Al, her former pupil, hero-worships her, until, that is, he asks her advice about exposing the fraud, and she disappoints him by telling him to do nothing. She already suspects that Al will become a department-cutter and so gambles on the hope that Christopher, stalling for time with the fake sun-battery, is on the brink of a genuine find. This would bring in millions and save her own research facilities. However, her lapse ends up producing directly the opposite result.
It all makes for a thought-provoking evening but not one without niggles and irritations. Al's precise level of scientific cleverness seems to suffer convenient fluctuations for the sake of the plot. There's a perfectly dreadful character, a nubile history researcher who becomes a PR hack, who is there for no better reason than to have things explained to her in layman's terms and make your average cardboard cut-out look rounded. And, as a narrative device, Al's bizarre habit of keeping mementoes of all his experiences in polythene bags, which he fishes out of lockers to show us, makes him look less like a scientist than a frustrated modern artist with an eye on the Turner Prize.
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