I wonder what would have happened if Huw Prosser ever met Holden Caulfield. Huw being the main character of The Devil Inside Him, and Holden the mopey antihero of J. D. Salinger’s The Catcher In The Rye. They’re different, obviously – Holden the metropolitan protector of innocence, incapable of self-analysis; Huw the rural, tortured, self-absorbed writer. But they have a surprising amount in common: both lonely, tortured, sensitive, postwar adolescents, with an ambivalence towards their emerging maturity, very much at odds with the uncaring world they live in. Somehow, I can’t see them getting on. In the end, their meeting, say in a New York diner on a sunny Sunday afternoon, would be one of the most socially awkward in literary history, Holden making conversation about the ducks in Central Park, and Huw flinching every time the waitress brushes past.
Iwan Rheon’s take on Huw Prosser, for instance, is feverish and enigmatic. He tumbles around the stage, a rabbit with myxamotosis, pupils like saucers, overcome with emotion at the very glimpse of another day. But even his best efforts can’t disguise a clumsy script that buckles under scrutiny and lurches tonally. Huw has a tendency to eulogise at length on the beauty of nature and the fragility of life, and in the nasal whine adopted by Iwan, this veers hopelessly into self-parody, driving the audience to bursts of laughter. Iwan does his best to rein in the melodrama, but faced with facile lines like “All I want is a little beauty in an ugly world” it’s hard for him not to sound daft.
When Tynan was defending Look Back In Anger, he pointed to the ‘blazing vitality’ of Jimmy Porter. How can a critic complain, he argued, in the face of ‘that rarest of dramatic phenomena, the act of original creation’. This is not a characteristic shared by Huw Prosser. He is not a fully formed, living, breathing creation in the way that Jimmy Porter is. He is a bundle of emotions, railing against society, an early draft of the rough beast of Jimmy Porter about to be loosed upon the world.
The Devil Inside Him is not the tale of teen angst and generational conflict that National Theatre Wales seem to have pitched it as, but this is far from a needless revival. It seethes and simmers with the explosive masculinity that became Osborne’s trademark once Look Back In Anger validated vituperation as a means of artistic self-expression. It is a glimpse of the storm brewing.
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