During the winter of 1997, I was playing Peter Pan at the National Theatre in London when a script arrived for me at the stage door. It had come from the Royal Court Theatre, which had decamped to the Duke of York's Theatre while its Sloane Square home was being refurbished. I was excited.
I'd desperately wanted to work at the Court. Under the artistic directorship of Stephen Daldry, its programming had been dangerous, subversive and impactful. A new generation of British playwrights were exploding on to the scene with fearless and uncompromising voices – and I wanted to be a part of it. I ran to my dressing room, ripped the envelope open and read the accompanying letter. The play was called Cleansed and the playwright was Sarah Kane.
Around two years earlier, I was working for the Royal Shakespeare Company at Stratford and I remember reading the reviews of Blasted, Sarah's first play. The reaction it received in the press was extreme. It made front-page news in the Daily Mail and well-respected critics were calling it "filth". The play is set in a Leeds hotel room, where an older male journalist is attempting to seduce a young woman. It sparked many a backstage discussion among RSC actors and some even used words like "gratuitous" and "unnecessary". As if in defiance of the more conservative attitudes, someone had posted an article by Edward Bond on the noticeboard. In it, Bond not only defended the play but called it the most important play on in London.
Theatre highlights of 2015
Theatre highlights of 2015
1/7 Hamlet - Barbican
The advance sales broke records, but there will be 100 £10 tickets held back for each day’s performance of the most hotly anticipated classical production of the year: Benedict Cumberbatch as Shakespeare’s brainiest hero, directed by Lyndsey (Chimerica) Turner.
2/7 Bend it Like Beckham - Phoenix Theatre
Gurinder Chadha directs a musical adaptation of her film about a Sikh girl who defies her family for football, scored by Howard Goodall. We’re promised a celebratory state-of-the-nation comedy.
3/7 Hard Problem - National Theatre
The Hard Problem is consciousness in Tom Stoppard’s first new play for nine years. It’s set in a brain science institute and directed by Nicholas Hytner, who steps down at the National Theatre after a glorious reign, in April.
4/7 The Hook - Royal & Derngate
To celebrate the Arthur Miller centenary, James Dacre directs a world premiere, adapted by Ron Hutchinson from Miller’s FBI-suppressed screenplay about mobsters in the dockyards of 1950s Brooklyn.
5/7 Farinelli and the King - Sam Wanamaker Playhouse
Mark Rylance stars in this fascinating real-life story, dramatised by his wife Claire van Kampen, about Philippe V of Spain and the castrato whose voice cured him of insomnia and despair.
6/7 Antigone - Barbican and King's Theatre
The visionary Flemish director Ivo van Hove brings us Sophocles’s great tragedy in a modern version starring Juliette Binoche.
7/7 The Vote -Donmar Warehouse
James Graham aims for a media coup with his drama set in a fictional London polling booth in the last 90 minutes of Election Day 2015. The run culminates in a live broadcast on More4 on the day.
For many actors (and I think I was one of them), the grass is always greener. There's always someone who's doing better than you, someone whose career you envy, someone who's always getting "your" jobs. Here I was, working at our two flagship organisations, the SC and the NT, wishing I was at the Royal Court. I was at the heart of the establishment performing in Shakespeare and J M Barrie, wishing I was performing in Kane or Ravenhill, wishing I was part of the anti-establishment movement, wishing I could be part of a theatre that jolted people into re-evaluating their values and identity. I wanted to be on the front line.
And now, between a matinee and an evening performance, here was a script. I remember the moment so clearly, as the feelings it aroused have rarely visited me since. I devoured the play in 20 minutes or so (Cleansed is a quick read and a challenge to watch). Despite the play's brutality – it's set in a makeshift concentration camp, where a sadistic guard tortures the inmates – the play's underlying theme is the link between love and human survival. I was profoundly moved and knew there and then with every part of my being that I had to do it. I just had to nail the audition.
In an office above the Ambassador's Theatre, among piles of scripts, I sat with James Macdonald (the director) and Sarah (the playwright herself), who was going to read with me. I was overwhelmed and I felt stupid. This was the team that created Blasted and, despite not seeing that production, I realised that I had been unconsciously influenced into thinking that the author must be some raving, ranting, hard-edged ball-breaker. And here in front of me was a rather sweet, funny, impish, wry and beautiful young woman and a tall, thoughtful and kind man with a forensic eye for detail. They shared jokes and teased each other in an innocent, childlike manner.
The audition scenes required great imagination. There's a scene where Robin, the character I eventually played, is force-fed a box of chocolates – a present he has bought for a new inmate called Grace, whom he loves. The experience of consuming Grace's present is so traumatic for Robin that he wets himself. Luckily, I had learned the dialogue and we read. I remember, even then, that Sarah's acting style was unadorned and raw. There was no acting. She was barely doing anything and yet I was being infected by her intention in a very palpable and powerful way.
Months later, having got the job, we were rehearsing in a freezing room in south London. Sarah visited from time to time, sometimes with an alteration to a line. She'd want to change a full stop to a comma. Or change an "a" to a "the". Detailed, considered, minute shifts of tone, language, punctuation which seemed to reveal even deeper facets of the situation, scene or character. I was in awe. As part of our research, Sarah and I visited the Maudsley hospital to talk to some patients there, before going back to her Brixton flat for toast. Conversation wasn't always easy. Small talk was pretty minimal. It was the first time I'd worked so closely with a living writer and I was desperate to seem intelligent and knowledgeable. Sarah, I'm sure, wouldn't have given a damn.
During the final week of the run of Cleansed, our leading actor injured her back during one of the flying sequences. The performance was in jeopardy and we all thought we might close early. Then Sarah decided to play the part herself. She learnt the lines and went on with almost no rehearsal – and she blew us all away. She was fearless and connected. The performance required her to dance, to fly, to remove all her clothes – and she did it without blinking.
Early in 1999, I was back at the National – more Shakespeare – when the stage manager, Trish Montemuro, came to tell me the news that Sarah had taken her own life. The blow was double-edged. There was the personal loss and there was the loss to the theatre. Sarah wrote five plays and a short film called Skin. Now, as artistic director of Sheffield Theatres, I feel so proud that we're producing a complete works season. We're producing full productions of Blasted, Crave and 4.48 Psychosis, and readings of Phaedra's Love and Cleansed, and we're showing the film. It's a risky thing for us to do, as the plays' powerful provocation remains as potent now as when they were written. But, Sarah, this is in your honour.
Daniel Evans is the artistic director of Sheffield Theatres, where the Sarah Kane season runs from 4 February (0114 249 6000)Reuse content