Jerusalem
Royal Court
Dreams of Violence
Soho
Lock him up. On paper, the central character of Jez Butterworth’s new play looks like a worthless nuisance, a menace to society. Rooster Byron lives in a derelict caravan and earns cash by supplying children with controlled drugs. He’s a scroundrel, a drunkard, a liar, a sponger, a womaniser, an absentee father, possibly a burglar too. He’s also a charmer, a spinner of yarns, a laugh. The action takes place on St George’s day and Rooster’s band of followers are preparing to resist the council’s efforts to evict him and throw him in jail. Meanwhile, a 15-year-old girl has gone missing and her distraught father (a former member of Rooster’s gang) is convinced Rooster knows her whereabouts.
With this utterly captivating and completely original work of art Jez Butterworth has, apparently from nowhere, created a new mythic archetype, a Blakeian super-hero whose roots lie deep in England’s past but whose world-outlook is freshly minted.
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