Blackpool, 1976. The driest summer in two hundred years. The beaches are packed. The hotels are heaving. In the sweltering backstreets, far from the choc ices and donkey rides, the Webb Sisters are returning to their mother's run-down guest house, as she lies dying upstairs.Jez Butterworth's play The Hills of California was first performed at the Harold Pinter Theatre in London's West End in 2024, directed by Sam Mendes, and produced by Sonia Friedman Productions and Neal Street.
I do agree that it doesn't quite get to the heights of Jerusalem or The Ferryman - but christ the moment where the jukebox switches on and Laura Donnelly makes her entrance to the wails of Gimme Shelter... now that's theatre baby.
As usual when seeing a new Butterworth in the West End, I've read the last act after seeing the performance, so as not to spoil any twists. The first act is a little long and it takes some time to get into the story and the characters. However, the more the story unfolds, the more you care about these people. The Hills of California may not be as packed and punchy as The Ferryman, but it's still a good piece of theatre.
(The Hills of California is playing at the Harold Pinter Theatre until June 15, 2024)
Butterfield knocked it out of the park on his last two outings, scoring major hits with Jerusalem and The Ferryman on both sides of the Atlantic - and rightly so. So it pains me to say his latest play - is just kinda 'meh'. Like those last plays, Butterworth goes for epic length (3+ hours) and a huge cast (18 here!) ... but to diminishing returns. The bifurcated storyline is about 4 sisters coming home to attend the final hours of their mother's life, juxtaposed against the time 21 years earlier when said mother tried to foist her daughters' Andrews Sisters tribute act onto a shady promoter. It just feels like it's all been done - and better - before.
Butterworth's work is so deep in its simplicity. The Hills of California is a story of family, of ambition, of dreams deferred, and oh so much more. It will stay with you long after you've finished it.
I couldn't make it down to London because I have a dog and a job so I settled on just sitting down and reading this play instead. I read it in a couple sittings, one of which was outside, on a log, on the beach, while my dog dissassembled - and then it turned out ate a significant part of - a stick.
Not all plays work at all in that mode, and approached in such fashion reveal value not at all. This one does. It's actually so fully realised on the page, not over-burdened with detail but legible, that I found just sitting and reading it felt like a complete experience. I feel, probably entirely foolishly - and meaning no disrespect to the West End mounting's creative team who probably feel like their (absent) contributions to the production hold significant value, like i've seen the play.
Despite not being alive when this play was set, I feel like off the basis of my one and probably only trip to Blackpool in the late 00s like I've been there. My last holiday with my grandpa was to a Blackpool B&B he'd been visiting since the 50s, one long since past it - probably the last place on earth you'd want to be at 14 - but which meant a lot to him. The Blackpool this play describes, which has now been decaying for about as long as anyone can remember, is still there. Just about.
On the page, I think there's two main ways in which this play functions. There's the plot, which is simple: adult children gathering at their mother's deathbed, reflecting on the collapse of her effort to groom them for stardom as a seaside Andrews Sisters rip-off.
There's also the Butterworth-isms - the thematic layers and subtexts that tie it back into his canon - more specifically an interest in 70s singer-songwriters (the way Joan's career is described, her album sounds like exactly the sort of music we heard used in Jerusalem), lower-middle class 20th century British trash culture, and folklore. Joan's encounter with a predator, her mother's attempts to groom her for fame having instead just groomed her for a groomer - is yoked to ritualistic practices, child sacrifice. I think the successful alignment of these three currents - it may be his most balanced play in that sense outside of J - that makes this story feel much, much bigger than it is.
Alos incredibly curious how a new major work from probably the most significant British playwright of his generation, months out from release, has been reviewed in the single digits on here.
Butterworth's recent play is a seriocomic drama about four sisters reunited at the deathbed of their difficult mother. The playwright plays with time so that the story is divided between the 1950s and 1970s so we see the sisters' younger selves as the grew up in a household equal parts "Gypsy" and "Crimes of the Heart". Moving, very funny in parts, tragic in others. This is superior writing.
Fave recently released play… the line “a song is a place to be, somewhere you can live” rings in my head a lot. Also genius soundtrack and refs … stunning concept and execution I love and hate every character equally yay…. I feel lucky I got to be a perform a mere scene of this play. A very memorable acting and reading experience
Obsessed with the concept of this, however I did feel the ending was extremely rushed and felt so cheesy to read - maybe my opinion would change seeing it live? I adore Jez Butterworth’s plays in general so loved reading this!
heard good things but was disappointed. long and a bit more tell than show even though I also walked away not feeling like I knew the characters very well but small events. this play can be elevated by great actors, I think.
I had the privilege of seeing this on the West End when it first debuted, and was blown away by it. Reading the script really made me appreciate it even more. One of the best plays ever, well worth a read.
I struggled to get into the first act, I thought that it was way too long. Once i got to the second act i found it easier to follow, and really enjoyed it through to the end.
saw onstage at the broadhurst theater 09/16 & 12/18. want to read the script!
by far my favorite from the 2024-25 broadway season. huge story but still feels intimate, in large part due to sam mendes' meticulous direction. if there is any justice this will win best set design; rob howell's escher-esque house was perfect. and of course, centered by a earthshaking performance by laura donnelly. i will never forget the her face at the end of act ii.