A one man play, much of it in verse, relating a coming of age tale. A description that sounds like it should have 'arty farty' written all over it. But Luke Wright delivers a performance that is intense and full on, complete with pathos and a lot of laughs. (And a superb three second Tony Blair impression.)
Wright is Nick, brought up in solid middle class circumstances, whose world view is challenged when he is befriended by the the eponymous Bevan at university. It's the nineties, and Luke strongly revives memories of the celebrations and mood of hope that came with the Labour victory of '97, and the subsequent let downs. Which in turn take the two friends on very different paths and highlight the inherent injustice in our socially divisive society.
Wright is a compelling performer with a strong feeling for the language he uses. It was a shame that, on occasions, the accompanying rock soundtrack was just a bit too loud and drowned him out, because he's not a man to waste words.
A rewarding hour and very much recommended.
What I Learned From Johnny Bevan is on at Summerhall at 16.55 until the 30th.
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