Life imitates art. No, really it does!
The Real Inspector Hound plays with the fourth wall phenomenon in the theatre. In theatre the audience sits separated from the performance and unable to influence the outcomes on the stage. That passive relationship was for a long time considered the necessary relationship between actors and audience.
The viewer is also meant to sit back and accept the premise of the play and go with it. This is called the suspension of disbelief, meaning you suspend your critical faculties that tell you you are in a theatre, that the actors are performing and that someone sat at desk and wrote the play very deliberately. Nothing is random as though walking down the street by chance you observed a fascinating drama conjured out of thin air.
Back in year nine, I took the drama elective subject at school. It was kind of fun until I heard that we would put on the school play at the end of the semester. I was very nervous. That play was The Real Inspector Hound by Tom Stoppard.
The premise of this play is that two critics, Birdboot and Moon sit to the side of the stage watching from their box, the play called The Real Inspector Hound. The so called ‘play’ at the centre of it all is a real stinker full of cliches like a manor house by the sea surrounded by swamps and fog and impenetrable in and out under the worse weather conditions, a long lost husband that sort of thing. And there’s a madman on the loose making his way to the manor according to the radio. The old servant speaks in a pre-emptive tension building narrative voice so we are constantly kept up to date of live real life ‘developments’.
There’s a body on the stage that everyone except the characters on stage get to see. The audience is already in on things, the fourth wall is pervious. The plot is wet as the weather, everyone knows it. So what is the premise? Well, theatre and its conventions.
But, Birdboot and Moon (I was playing the part of Birdboot by the way) have their own little drama going on. Critic jealousy and competitiveness. Birdboot is a bit of a scoundrel, chasing young actresses, promising them a big future through positive reviews, that sort of thing.
But, as happens in theatre all that real life stuff like love take over and Birdboot falls for one of the actresses on the stage during the ‘performance’. He breaks through the fourth wall, no spoiler here, really, I doubt anyone will watch this with the gasp of horror at what comes next, the broken conventions are now conventions themselves. Everything is up for grabs now.
The performance for some silly reason, left unexplained repeats itself. The drama of the first act starts again as the second act and … well Birdboot insinuates himself on the stage, answers a phone call on the stage, talks to his wife tells her everything is fine and then proceeds to lust after the lady of the house. Of course that’s not all. It’s a murder mystery, a wild denouement follows.
There’s a kissing scene between Birdboot and the lady of the manor near the end.
Now, during year nine rehearsals, I have to tell you, Stoppard's ideas played out in life as it does in art. Birdboot’s love interest, the lady of the manor, played by real life Actress X takes an interest in Birdboot played by your reviewer. Birdboot is planted a serious kiss that everyone notices during rehearsals leading to wild speculations among year nine drama students. What ensues is more theatre with silly year nine real life stuff acted out as a fumbling “love story”. But it doesn’t have as good a denouement as The Real Inspector Hound. I sometimes wish the fourth wall was still there. Oh well, life is more interesting than theatre, but only rarely. I'm pretty sure Actress X won't be reading this review. Our paths diverged very rapidly after sharing the stage. But you never know, people get nostalgic.
When this play was first performed, Ronnie Barker (Two Ronnies) played Birdboot.