Not I, Footfalls, Rockaby


West End

Purcell Room

Until Sat Aug 30

  • 'Not I'

  • 'Not I'

  • 'Not I'

  • 'Footfalls'

  • 'Footfalls'

  • 'Rockaby'

  • 'Rockaby'

'Not I'

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Venue details

  • Name:

    Purcell Room

  • Address:

    Queen Elizabeth Hall
    Purcell Room South Bank
    SE1 8XX

  • Categories :

    Theatre. Drama. West End

Not I, Footfalls, Rockaby 2014

  • Date Time Price information
  • Tue Aug 26
    £19. Runs 55mins
  • Wed Aug 27
    £19. Runs 55mins
  • Thu Aug 28
    £19. Runs 55mins
  • Fri Aug 29
    £19. Runs 55mins
  • Sat Aug 30
    £19. Runs 55mins

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matthew d

The house lights go down… and stay down.Even the exit signs are snuffed out (hmm, premonitory…).For nearly an hour, the house stays dark and the darkness enfolds and oppresses as, rapt and trapped, we experience three plays about death (or life?*).

Lisa Dwan’s performance is simply stunning (and stunningly simple), from the sprint-feels-like-marathon Not I, through the stultifying Footfalls, to Rockaby’s relentless assertion of the one certainty (other than taxes) that awaits us all.Dwan connects with Every(wo)man through her deeply personal exposition of universality.

The excellent and well-priced text booklet is a must-buy; and this stunning combination of writing, production and performance is a must-see.

*Neither and both of course, silly, this is Beckett


A breath taking experience of theatre! Disturbing, disquieting, hypnotic, & totally absorbing. The production is simple yet precise, it needs to be, the nature of the material is so thought-provoking it leaves one feeling moved in a profound way. The opening play (Not I) requires total darkness, and the warmth of the theatre (Duchess) gives a womb-like sense, but then the monologue is superbly delivered at breakneck speed like a slap in the face. A repeated assault on the senses, for a full 9 minutes.... then silence. One is left suspended during the interval before the eerie presence of the actor manifests like a ghost appearing in front of your eyes. dimly lit, pacing the stage in rhythm (9 paces at a time) as the monologue is softly delivered in a haunting and other-worldly manner. Another break, suspended in time and space before the third and final act(play/Rockaby) A pale shadow of a woman in her rocking chair, delivers a chilling lullaby of a dying mother or self, it isn't clear. It 'could' be so many things, a march through time, an ode to her own life/death, or ...? Then the end....... We sat after the event, shattered and spent, not sure how or what to feel, say or think...... It seemed to be an experience of theatre more than any other, participation is essential or one could just miss the whole point... if there ever was one?