I’m Not Running satisfies all the basic criteria of a play – sometimes impressively so. The writer, Oscar-nominated, BAFTA- and Olivier-award-winning knight Sir David Hare, seems to have compiled his latest work by mechanically following instructions from some 1980s playwriting textbook. It has characters, a plot, themes, conflicts, flashbacks, ‘witty’ wordplay – it’s even got the requisite dose of
Sometimes it can feel like an exercise in box-ticking: there’s the strong female lead (Pauline Gibson, played by Siân Brooke), the young, “diverse”, politically engaged youth (Meredith Ikeji, played by Amaka Okafor), and a thrown-in conversation about a current feminist talking point (in this case, Female Genital Mutilation). But the FGM conversation fails to interact with the rest of the play, and even dips into the dangerously light-hearted; Meredith is taken out of the plot barely minutes after she begins to contribute something interesting; and Pauline is fundamentally defined by her relationship to another, male, politician. Hare’s feminism is tired and skin-deep.
The same could be said for much of the politics in this play. The depicted Labour Party is more Milliband than Corbyn; this political sphere defined by TV interviews and fag-break dealings, not social media and mobile phones. We’re introduced to Gibson as a wildly popular, radical politician but as the play drags on it’s difficult to see why: she lacks charisma and character and struggles to make convincing arguments for even the most sympathetic of causes. Hare’s characterisation of the radical versus the establishment is one of emotion versus efficiency, and it belies his poor grasp of the moment.
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Then, for all, it’s thematic confusion and vapid politics, the final scene suddenly began to fire off some genuine talking points. Does Labour’s repeated failure to elect a female leader point at hidden, systematic prejudices? There’s a question that could have been asked two hours earlier. Alex Hassel’s cartoonish Labour scion Jack Gould even elicits some genuine laughter from me – perhaps only because by this point
“What I’ve always wanted,” Hare says in an interview with The Times, “is to be ahead of the curve”. For people to say ‘… that is exactly what my life is like now.’ ” Nothing about I’m Not Running strides boldly ahead, either in form or in content – it’s a play that would feel more at home in 2008 than 2018. Hare’s writing reeks of a playwright playing catch-up with politics that is moving faster than he is.
I’m Not Running plays on the Lyttleton Stage at the National Theatre until the 31st January. The final performance will be broadcast by NTLive.