Rural Suffolk, 1759. As the country waits for Halley's Comet, Sally Poppy is sentenced to hang for a heinous murder. When she claims to be pregnant, a jury of twelve matrons are taken from their housework to decide whether she's telling the truth, or simply trying to escape the noose. With only midwife Lizzy Luke prepared to defend the girl, and a mob baying for blood outside, the matrons wrestle with their new authority, and the devil in their midst. Lucy Kirkwood's play The Welkin premiered at the National Theatre, London, in January 2020, directed by James Macdonald and featuring Maxine Peake and Ria Zmitrowicz.
Kirkwood is probably my favorite contemporary living playwright, and she never disappoints. Although I wouldn't call this one of her top tier plays, it is still an intriguing and viable piece of dramaturgy. At almost three hours of run time though, it could have used some judicious editing, and several of the revelations in the second act are a bit melodramatic, although from reading reviews, they evidently 'play'.
Really very powerful. I wish I had seen it live (I had tickets to) as I believe that it may have been even more impressive when seen in the flesh as opposed to read! Real echoes of the Crucible, and I loved the end (without spoiling it) - which I think really worked! It feels like it would be a very provocative theatrical moment.
I haven't had time to really mull it over yet, but on first read-through I really enjoyed this play. Which is unusual for me with scripts. I usually find it difficult to feel a sense of place . I guess seeing as everyone in this play is in one room reiniscient of "12 Angry Men", it is easy for me to imagine without the scene being set.
A young woman, who may or may not be pregant is due to be hanged. Men control the whole legal process and the women are confined to the room and prohibited from food, drink, warmth or light until they make their unanimous decision. Just one man is allowed to be present but he is not allowed to speak, only to ask for their verdict.
There feels a lot of anger in the play toward men, to wealth, inequality and injustice and yet the play is funnier than I expected it to be and I did lol at a few points. There are definite comparisons that can be drawn to today with the conversations that the women have and their experiences of childbirth, menstruation and menopause. The play is set in 1759 and the women are very much a product of their time, being heavily affected and abused by the male dominance in society, religion being widely accepted as being the norm and the women being very much responsible for all of the childrearing and looking after the home.
I found the window through which the crowds stand outside baying for blood a little like our social media today or our reality television. The crowds don't care whether the young woman is guilty or innocent, they don't care about evidence or whether she is pregnant or not or what she may or may not have been through. All they want is to throw things at her and see a good hanging before they go home. All the women can do is close the window and shut them out whilst they struggle to make their decision.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Despite some good one-liners in a vague feminist commentary, the play as a whole lacks any sense of sustained intrigue. A woman is sentenced to death and a jury of women must decide if that death is delayed or not. Instead of discussing the topic at hand or even the case of a trial itself, these women are reduced to misogynistic stereotypes, such as woman who cannot have children, woman who wants revenge, woman who gave up her child, etc. Some interesting conversations arose during the time this jury were in session, but all avenues were left to die before you can even understand what’s meant to be happening. I hoped more for a modern play with a swathe of female characters, but it is still plagued with the institutional misogyny we cannot seem to escape.
I really liked this play! It's sad, tragic but also funny and touching. Would love to see it live on stage. 🎭
"Nobody blames God when there is a woman can be blamed instead." page 19
"When a woman is being buried alive she will reach for even the grubbiest tool to dig herself out again." page 21
"Oh FUCK ME here we go. " "What did she steal?" "She had off us six nutmegs." "My God the nutmegs, I knew we would hear about the nutmegs sooner or later." "I wasn't aware there was a criminal history." page 56
"Do anyone else hear... that someone else in this room... is also one nutmeg short?" 😅 page 57
Amazingly original, Kirkwood's historical drama has a powerful story and makes for theater at its best. It is gritty, earthy, foul, brutish, filthy, violent, sweaty, and primitive--in other words, it makes a great contemporary story.
If a stage production company has the courage to produce this play, I am going to see it. It has women acting brutal to each other, men acting brutal to women, and a raging mob just outside (offstage). The script has incredible immediacy to it; it moves at a great pace and never sags.
It is an odd combination of The Crucible, Twelve Angry Men, with Cormac McCarthy-esque violence. Of course, it is also completely original and very much its own play.
When Sally is convicted for murdering little Alice Wax, a group of women is asked to decide whether she will be spared the hanging because she is pregnant. But Sally does nothing to prove her innocence or to appear remorseful - she is fierce, evil, stubborn and will not bow to anyone. As the women, each with their own interests at heart, struggle to reach a verdict, their vision of womanhood and the world collide to create a tableau of pains, joys, knowledge, quirks, good and bad. It is a tale of womanhood at its most extreme - where there is no fear to show the ugliest parts of us.
This is very good, and I loved lots of it. It feels to me like it overstays its welcome at almost every point, however. I was nearly always just a bit ahead of it, and that's because it does everything it does for just slightly too long. Good stuff, though.
Other readers' references to The Crucible make no actual sense to me whatsoever. I don't get the comparisons at all. The hysterics in this play are just outside of its borders, pounding on the walls and trying to crush the play's characters.
I read the play before I went to watched the drama. ‘Women juries’, ‘light or delayed sentence for pregnant women convicts’, the first time I got this kind of knowledge for this 700 years legal history. I tried to find myself in these 13 women and examined myself what I would or can do in their situation.
Le savoir féminin qui ne peut s'exprimer car il est enfermé dans un cadre masculin qui le rend illégitime ou l'empêche de se développer. Un récit d'une puissance folle.
good play but jesus christ (stage managed jt, asked to make fake blood with no context and have a fun time, then get to the tech rehearsal and realise it is not silly or goofy fake blood)