Written by Helen Blakeman, Directed by Indu Rubasingham
Liverpool Everyman, 6th May - 28th May 2005
I always thought that theatre was meant - among other things - to enthrall,
entertain, amuse, and/or intellectually challenge. Obviously not all of
at the same time, but this turgid play fails to deliver on any of these
The Morris consists of five female scousers who belong to a morris dance
troupe, and are bidding to retain the competition they won the previous
year. They continually bawl and bicker with each other about fellas, babies
and morris dancing ad nauseam. The subject matter left me numb.
Depictions of real-life situations don't necessarily always make good
Perhaps one can gauge the low level of humour contained in this so-called
comedy by the regular use of the word fuck - oh how the audience loved
it, laughing out loud whenever it was used. On this evidence it does not
take much to amuse people. I don't condemn the use of the word, not by
any means! But when you have to use the word to raise a laugh it's pretty
In short The Morris is a play about power politics in morris dancing
- really deep stuff - with Lily (Tina Malone) and Margy (Sarah White)
carping at each other all the time because the latter wanted to be a judge
of morris dancing competitions instead of being involved with the troupe.
One redeeming feature from an evening to forget was the imaginative video,
directed by Arnim Freiss, situated at the back of the stage, of women
morris dancing shown on a wide screen.