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The Habit of Art review at Theatre Royal Brighton – ‘Matthew Kelly is superb’

Matthew Kelly and David Yelland in The Habit of Art. Photo: Helen Maybanks Matthew Kelly and David Yelland in The Habit of Art at Theatre Royal Brighton. Photo: Helen Maybanks
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The first revival of Alan Bennett’s 2009 metatheatrical comedy does such a good job of convincing you it’s a rehearsal, it’s a surprise when the actors emerge to take their bows.

Designer Adrian Linford places them in a shabby hall: strip lights, fire escape and high, grubby walls. Through the understated direction of Philip Franks, Matthew Kelly and David Yelland differentiate subtly between playing two ageing actors and two ageing actors acting. Fitz (Kelly) and Henry (Yelland) slip the roles of WH Auden and Benjamin Britten on and off like pairs of well-worn slippers. There is, within this sense of the habitual, a kind of finesse.

Kelly is superb as the poet Auden, a coarsely quacking curmudgeon in a bobbled brown cardie with “a face like his balls”, yet dynamic in his openness to sex, art and argument.

Yelland plays the composer Britten with a furtive grace. He also delights as the dependable thesp Henry, who politely offers notes about the inner lives of rent boys. John Wark and Benjamin Chandler play two other actors, struggling to gain artistic ground for their characters, a biographer and a young sex-worker.

The Habit of Art is sharpest when the two old friends – rivals and fellow “buggers” – clash, playing a sort of Rock-Paper-Scissors with words and music. The meeting Bennett imagines for them allows for weighty musings on creativity, biography, fame and sexuality. But someone has written a rather stodgy play leavened with dick jokes – and for all Bennett’s self-signalling devices, the author of his play-within-a-play may not be solely responsible.

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Matthew Kelly is a superb WH Auden in this revival of Alan Bennett's stodgy comedy