Cock review: Bridgerton’s Jonathan Bailey and Taron Egerton headline limp gay melodrama

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Bailey’s star is set to rise yet further as his Bridgerton brother Anthony takes centre stage in the second series of the Netflix smash. Treading the actual West End boards, he already has impressive previous form, deservedly winning an Olivier for his incandescent turn as the wedding-shy Jamie in Sondheim’s Company. This time he’s paired with Rocketman and Kingsmen leading man Egerton in the 2009 tragi-comedy about personal and sexual identity from Dr Foster writer Mike Bartlett. It was a truly exciting prospect that utterly failed to deliver.

Bailey plays central character John, the only one with an actual name, who tells M (Egerton), his boyfriend of seven years,  that he has fallen for a woman, W (Jade Anouka).

John is a neurotic egotist, tortured by the thought he only exists in the gaze of others, but endlessly and repetitively ensuring that it remains so. He blames his own lack of self-identity on being instantly labelled gay when he came out. That immediately became all that he was, he moans. Nothing he does is his fault because he doesn’t know who he is. 

M is repressed and controlling, while W is alternately strong, seductive and needy. It all builds to a soap opera farce of a dinner where John has promised both he will leave the other and M invites his widowed father as back-up.

The names signal archetypes, anonymity matched by a sterile and stark curved metal backdrop and moving suspended fluorescent rods. Intimacy and graphic sex are represented by stylised fully-clothed shrugs and thrusts. The play opens and closes with a silent scream while the actors ‘dance’ and gyrate in transition to the next scene.

There is so much scope for a nuanced and wide-ranging examination of fluidity of sexuality and identity that simply never materialises. Every fickle and fleeting emotion and thought is talked and talked to death. Yet, it all has nothing remotely new or particularly perceptive to say.

Gender and sexual politics and understanding have come a very long way in the last decade but the script feels dated and redundant, even for 2009. It presents bisexuality as some strange new frontier, while nobody on stage shows any sense of self-awareness or self-responsibility.

The humour and bitchy exchanges mostly fall flat, perhaps exacerbated by the oddly stilted mannerisms and delivery. Marianna Elliott’s production insists on such bizarrely cartoony gestures and inflections that all three superb and wildly charismatic actors rarely feel real. Little natural rhythm to speech or reaction ever emerges.

Egerton can so easily ignite the screen but only shines in silent moments of anguish. Anouka tantalisingly blazes into occasional life and comes closest to convincing us she might be someone worth caring about. Bailey, at least, achieves palpable emotional truth in the somewhat powerful closing scene.

You’re left wishing the other two would simply walk away, or that he would ultimately choose himself. The downbeat ending is perhaps the most ‘realistic’ moment of the entire show but by then it was far too late to care. 

Concept over content ultimately makes for a tedious night.

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