The Big Fellow review: A lesson in what happens when you stop teaching history

Based on Frank O’Connor’s life of Michael Collins, Declan Gorman’s play misses its mark

Admirably determined: Gerard Adlum and Ian Toner in The Big Fellow
Admirably determined: Gerard Adlum and Ian Toner in The Big Fellow

THE BIG FELLOW

Everyman, Cork
★★★☆☆
This production is a lesson for Minister for Education Joe McHugh: abandon the teaching of history in our schools and this is what you get. It's not that the narrative presented in fits and starts is skewed from its original source – based on the book by Frank O'Connor, it aims for the combative affection with which O'Connor wrote his entertaining biography in the 1930s – but 10 minutes in and the target has been missed.

Lurking within Declan Gorman's script is a drama of a writer in conflict with his subject: both combative – this Michael Collins is a carpet-chewer of Hitlerian ferocity – both victims of their own people. But oh, the conventions: the Proclamation, the surrender, the lancers, the uilleann pipes! The procession of that "cloudy pantheon of perfect and boring immortals":here they come again.

The hints instead of a questioning examination of both O’Connor as biographer and Collins as flawed martyr of Irish freedom can’t survive the head-in-hands clunkiness of so much of the dialogue: Collins is reminded of the name of his general as if he didn’t know it; that’s because we may not know it. Even respect for the attempt to inform falters as an excuse.

Nobody on a stage should have to ask, on welcoming the success of a foray of assassinations, if there are any casualties

Despite the admirably determined attitudes of the two players, some elements of this production, by Co-Motion Media in association with Ballina Arts Centre, are inexcusable: nobody on a stage should have to announce that he's got a meeting with Cathal Brugha about the national finances and where's his bicycle, or, on welcoming the success of a foray of assassinations, to ask if there are any casualties.

A set laden with Chekhovian imperatives and a soundtrack of ochón agus ochón add to a kind of torpor relieved by Ian Toner’s gallant attempt at a Collins whose accent is, to be kind, flexible, and by Gerard Adlum’s brilliance as just about everybody in the Sinn Féin of the time, including a Brugha as grotesque as Quasimodo and a deviously effeminate Éamon de Valera.

At the Everyman, Cork, until Wednesday, March 13th, then at the Lyric Theatre, Belfast, from Friday, March 15th, until Sunday, March 17th

Mary Leland

Mary Leland is a contributor to The Irish Times specialising in culture