
Mark Addy and Johnny Flynn photos by Ahron R. Foster
By David Schultz
Attempting
to score a ticket to Hangmen, currently settled in at The Atlantic Theater in
Chelsea will prove futile. The entire run is Sold Out. This no doubt has to do
with Mr. McDonagh’s reputation as a playwright as well as his Oscar-nominated
“Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri” which is a front-runner to sweep
the awards in March.
He has
always had a distinct and discerning audience that has grown exponentially over
the years. Born and brought up in London, both parents of Irish descent, he
holds dual British-Irish citizenship. His most notable plays include The
Beauty Queen of Leenane, The Cripple of Inishmaan, The Lonesome West, & The
Pillowman. At the relative young age of 47, Mr. McDonagh has worked his
specific type of theatrical mayhem to great effect. The three films in the past
decade that he has both written and directed only add to his reputation. Now
add his latest work to the list. First performed at the Royal Court in London,
this morbid play transitions Stateside with a largely American cast, with a few
original cast members in tow.
The thick
as Guinness dialect is dense; the play is set in the desolate north of England,
and at times the audience might need subtitles to hear every word, but much
comes through loud and clear, with the scent of true authenticity in the
characters’ patois.

David Lansbury, Gilles Geary (seated), and Billy
Carter
Set in
1963 a grim scene sets the stage for what lies ahead. A grey prison cell is on
view as an execution is about to commence. A frantic desperate man is about to
be hung for a crime that he adamantly denies doing. The man in question, James
Hennessey (Gilles Geary) is no doubt frazzled with fear. Harry Wade (Mark
Addy), and big bearish hangman is known in the biz as the second-best hangman
in all of England. In this timeframe of the early 60’s the style of hanging was
considered a normal, kindly way to off the prisoners of the day. The hangman’s
squirrely assistant Syd Armfield (Reece Shearsmith) berates the latest man to
get the noose.
The man
does get to see his maker in a deft scene that ends his life, while still
proclaiming his innocence to the end. The brief scene ends as the entire set,
craftily designed by Anna Fleischle morphs in an origami series of movements,
as the sides and back of the set slowly coalesce and reform itself into an pub
with authentic touches throughout. This space is the setting for the remainder
of the play.
We have
been flash-forwarded two years ahead to 1965. On this very auspicious and sad
day for Harry the act of hanging has been abolished. Lucky for him and his
beleaguered wife Alice (Sally Rogers) his backup line of work of proprietor of
his pub will sustain him in a less cold-blooded way.

David Lansbury, Gaby French, Johnny Flynn, Richard Hollis,
John Horton, and Billy Carter
Harry and
Alice’s 15 year-old daughter Shirley (Gaby French) is dispirited and moody with
an overwhelming shyness that only adds to her insular demeanor. Harry’s bar is
filled frequently with a textbook collection of motley regulars that linger and
cling to the bold, chilling tales of Harry’s previous occupation. The thought
of rehashing his stories to his regular clientele is wearing thin, as he wants
to move on with his life. But he misses his previous job even more than he will
let on to even himself. All is slow, stale and nothing is happening for poor
Harry. But, damn… he sure thinks back on the ‘good ole days’.

Johnny
Flynn and Gaby French
As luck
would have it an eager reporter (Owen Campbell) pops into the establishment one
afternoon. He coyly mentions the No. 1 noose-man Albert Pierrepoint (a real
famously devious hangman in the 60’s) played here by Maxwell Caulfield. The two
men were competitive in a way that only true hangmen could be, and kept
copious, intricate notes that detailed the accounting of all the men and
occasional woman to be hung. Who actually had a better more stylish way to
kill? Who tallied up the most corpses? This reporter wants an inside story, and
after much consternation and pushing him away with his protestations, Harry
finally dives in and gives his story to the writer, albeit one-sided and filled
with years worth of resentment.
To make
ends meet Harry and Sally occasionally take in a boarder in an upstairs room to
make ends meet. On this day, an auspicious day, two years to the day that James
Hennessey was hung for his supposed killing of a young girl, this afternoon
will change for everyone at the pub. A young dapper man from London sweeps into
the pub. His jaunty demeanor, and singsong voice barely hide his sneering
contempt that he slyly conceals from the mates at the pub. Everyone senses he
is different, but just chalk it up to him being from ‘the city’. This chap
named Mooney (Johnny Flynn) insinuates himself with his brash behavior to the
bar mates. He also in a creepily set scene sets his sights on daughter Shirley
with a verbal seduction that incrementally opens up this shy girl to something
she is not familiar with, a man finding her attractive and desirable. This of
course signals to the audience that something dreadful is just waiting in the
wings. But playwright McDonagh is way ahead of you. The dominoes are lined up,
its obvious what is going to happen, just sit back and wait.
Mooney
does indeed set up a date with Shirley the next morning; he offers to take her
to visit her schoolgirl friend who was just admitted to an asylum, as well as a
day at the beach. How can she say no? Off she goes. As the day wears on, she is
late to return home to the pub. The anxiety only accelerates as the lighting
darkens at the pub. High above on the second level of the stage a diorama-like
box opens up to reveal Mooney eating at a diner eating a meal. Syd, Harry’s old
assistant hangman pops into the diner and it’s obvious that something dastardly
or worse has occurred, or is going to happen soon. Syd has some long held
resentment that needs to be worked out. Scores need to be settled.
The
remainder of the production takes place back at the pub. Director Matthew
Dunster totally knows where this is heading, and he impeccably ratchets up the
tension. I for one have to stop with detailing the plot, as I in good
conscience cannot reveal any more. To divulge anything else would be giving
away the pleasure of discovery. No Spoilers Here. Suffice it to say, that the
curiosity of what happens…oh yes young innocent Shirley does go missing, will
be revealed. The morbid wit of this playwright is on full display. All the
pieces of the puzzle coalesce, then separate, then realign themselves…. but not
in the fashion one would presume. Questions, doubts and gallows humor run deep
in the 11th hour of the play. The ominous dénouement is heavily
tinged with a sly wink as the ending is filled with further questions on guilt
and innocence that totally upends and subverts all that has just transpired
before us. We have been toyed with and spooked and thrown off kilter by and
by…and what a wild ride it is.
Playing
at The Atlantic Theater Company
Linda
Gross Theater
336 West
20th Street
866-811-4111
atlantictheater.org
Runs
through March 25th
Indications
and persistent rumors abound for a spring Broadway transfer.