Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

A gaggle of husbands and a pair of piglets

Sharmila Chauhan's The Husbands is a great idea that should have been written by a chap. But seeing I'd Rather Goya Robbed Me of My Sleep Than Some Other Arsehole is an act of charity

The Husbands by Sharmila Chauhan Photo: Robert Day 
issue 22 March 2014

Here’s a great idea for a play. Turn the polygamy principle upside-down and you get a female egoist presiding over a harem of warring husbands. Sharmila Chauhan’s drama, The Husbands, introduces us to a pioneering sex maniac, Aya, who founds a commune in India where women take as many spouses as they fancy. Aya herself has three blokes on the go and is about to get married again.  Curtain up and we meet her pre-existing husbands, Sem and Omar, who get along together very nicely. Both are childishly besotted with Aya. Which is also nice. Anticipating the arrival of husband number three, the hubbies quietly vacate the bedroom and start preparing a wedding feast. Lovely. For the characters, at least.

But the audience is bound to feel that these guys might be a bit more laddish and competitive. Chauhan can’t find any conflict in her own play. A set-up that should simmer with jealousy and paranoia simply goes pootling along like a mirthless flatshare drama.

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