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Lost in translation

Lloyd Evans

Wednesday, 26th March 2008

A Couple of Poor, Polish-Speaking Romanians
Soho Theatre

The Man Who Had All the Luck
Donmar Warehouse

Brave thrusts at the Soho. A wacky new play by Polish wunderkind Dorota Maslowska has been translated and directed by the theatre’s artistic supremo, Lisa Goldman. It opens with a pair of ugly drunken hitch-hikers speaking English in dense Slavic accents. They get a lift from a mild-mannered twit who speaks English in an English accent and after threatening him with murder they set off on a bizarre journey across Poland towards Warsaw. To be properly understood the play requires an exact knowledge of Eastern Europe’s recent history. Migrants from down-and-out Romania have been swarming into prosperous Poland ever since the Berlin Wall came down and complex tensions have emerged between the reluctant hosts and the overeager guests. But these conflicts have absolutely no resonance here and though Goldman tries hard to squeeze Poland’s ethnic contours on to our own it’s like putting a waistcoat on an octopus.

This weird, silly, heartless play is hard to follow, let alone to enjoy, not least because its noisy, vodka-swilling characters are so thoroughly vile and witless. Why stage it at all? Because Poland loved it. Alas, its success has gone to the author’s head. ‘I was 22 when it was proposed to me that I write something for the theatre,’ says Maslowska, rather like a Nobel laureate looking back on a glorious, gong-studded career. She’s 24, and apart from her novel she’s produced a long poem and now this play which shows every sign of being unintelligible outside her homeland. If she returns to the English stage let’s hope she sets herself a higher aim than just amusing herself.

Arthur Miller was also 24 when he wrote The Man Who Had All the Luck. Though not well known, this is one of his finest and most memorable works. The subject is universal, the idiom provincial. David Beeves is an unexceptional kid, a self-taught mechanic whose girlfriend’s father has forbidden him from seeing her. Fortune steps in right at the start. A freak road smash kills the disapproving dad and David scoops up not just the girl but her 100-acre farm as well. He buys out the garage where he works and a highway is promptly built next to it, enriching him further. He sinks his money into the perilous business of mink-farming and again he thrives. This is the converse of a Greek tragedy, where every change brings further disaster. David just gets luckier and luckier but his good fortune doesn’t make him happy. He makes ever rasher investments and when they prosper he’s dismayed because he knows, and we know, that providence doesn’t allow good luck to flourish for ever without extracting payment.

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