Hilariously funny and very touching, this five-character play by David Storey introduces two proud men who meet and talk in the garden of what appears, at first, to be some sort of assisted living facility. Well-spoken Jack and dapper Harry, dressed in jackets and ties and carrying a cane and gloves, are clearly men of some status as they meet and make small talk--about the news, the clouds, varieties of chrysanthemums, the possibility that Vale Evesham is the Garden of Eden, and the fact that their wives are not going to be visiting that day.
Two raucous and uninhibited women take their places in the garden when the men go off for a walk, completely destroying the buttoned-up mood with their hilarity and satire. Kathleen and Marjorie are obviously from a completely different social background from the men, with casual attitudes towards clothing and hygiene, bawdy humor, and a willingness to say absolutely anything. The women joke about having had shoelaces and belts removed and to being "committed," one for the second time, ironically changing our view of Jack and Harry, who they really are, and why they may be in this residential facility.
The meeting of the men and the women in the garden after lunch reveals their touching need to communicate, even when they have so little in common. The men stay true to their class and upbringing and the women true to their own backgrounds, but all get teary at various times, and as these people try to help each other, despite their social differences, the universal need for companionship and understanding is highlighted. As the characters begin to confuse their stories, the viewer becomes aware that despite our hopes, the characters probably belong where they are.
Winner of the Booker Prize for his novel Saville, David Storey won the New York Critics Best Play of the Year Award for this play in 1970. The play is breath-taking, and the characters are flawless, feeding off each other to make the play come alive. The drama is intimate and powerfully affecting, and the final scene, accented by silent tears, is unforgettable. Mary Whipple