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- 15 September 2010
Von Ribbentrop’s Watch
"A new play by Laurence Marks and Maurice Gran at the
Oxford Playhouse. "
By: by Julia Gasper.
On until the 18 September.
“It’s seventy years ago! Ancient history! Can’t we just move
on?” exclaims Sasha, the youngest member of the Jewish Roth
family half way through this play, when the subject of the
Holocaust threatens to take over an already tense and fraught
family gathering. Just because they are Jewish, do they have to
remain perpetually obsessed with persecutions that happened, in
some cases, thousands of years ago?
It is a good question. After all, there were many holocausts in
the 20th century. How many millions were exterminated by the
communists, the Japanese, the Turks? What about the genocides
in Cambodia, Rwanda, Darfur? If we gave sufficient thought to
each terrible event, when would we find time to get on with our
lives?
The plot turns on a moral dilemma faced by Gerald,(Nicholas
Woodeson) a wine-merchant with financial problems, who
discovers he owns a watch which once belonged to one of
Hitler’s ministers. It could fetch a huge sum at an auction of
Nazi memorabilia. Uncomfortable about it, he wants to find an
excuse for selling it quietly behind his wife’s back. When his
brother David discovers what he is doing and denounces it as
immoral, Gerald retaliates by blaming David for working for
Arabs. The fight gets physical and plates, knives, glasses go
crashing to the floor…
While it is a comedy, the play examines what it is to be Jewish
in the modern world. Jewishness is about remembering. Roots can
give identity but obsession with the past can become a form of
slavery. The modern world is about change, doubt and challenge
to established beliefs. The age of Richard Dawkins, Gerald Roth
calls it, light-heartedly to his wife, who is more devout than
he is, though not Jewish born. When the Roth family meets for
the annual Passover dinner, the biggest celebration of the
Jewish year, the gathering becomes an ordeal, full of
animosities never far below the surface. Gerald’s old mother
(Barbara Young) is a real pain in the neck, moaning,
complaining, hypercritical about everything and obsessed with
her Jewishness.
Gerald chooses to air his religious doubts at the worst moment,
when he is supposed to be reading out the traditional
prayers.
Revelations follow, of course, as this is a play, but the
mystery of how exactly Gerald’s father got the valuable watch
is resolved in a satisfactory way that is neither contrived nor
incredible. The appearance of Von Ribbentrop himself, a
surprise as his name is not listed in the cast, has real
dramatic impact. It may be that he is a bit of a stereotypical
stage Nazi, but the dialogue is well-sustained.
Based on a real experience that happened to Laurence Marks, the
play could be said to have made money out of a piece of Nazi
memorabilia itself. If it is wrong to profit out of a Nazi’s
watch, how can you justify writing a play about the watch? Is
the play also blood-money? We are left with a puzzle here.
However, for all who get the chance to go to this play before
the end of the week, it is definitely worth seeing.
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