A blazing revival of an obscure classic
Rarely performed, the last time The Little Foxes was staged was 23 years ago,
according to director Lyndsey Turner. She jokes that after waiting 23 years for a
revival, we can wait another hour as the show start is delayed due to some technical
difficulties.
She turns out to be right, and this show is well worth waiting for. Following the
tumultuous dynamics of a deeply patriarchal family, this play is set in the post civil
war Deep South. The Hubbards have made a name for themselves as a middle-class
family who make their money from cheating and ripping off the ‘coloureds’ in town.
Following the civil war, they marry into an aristocratic Southern family, finally
making their fortune.
Despite some wavy Southern accents, it’s a show-stopping cast, driven by the
women, with each performer getting their moment in the sun. Lillian Hellman has
written a total ensemble piece, and Turner’s cast know how to deliver. Anne-Marie
Duff is a powerful Regina, playing the woman always scorned and overlooked by her
family, determined to finally make her fortune at any cost.
Mark Bonnar is a charismatic Ben Hubbard, with his younger brother and nephew
wrapped around his powerful little finger. His threats accompanied by smiles and
compliments send shivers down the spine of characters and audience alike.
The set by Lizzie Clachan is plain and uninviting, giving the Giddens house a prison-
like feel. So opposite from the sweeping plantation on which the aristocratic Birdie (Anna Madeley) grew up, in this house there is no art on the walls and the decor is
grey and minimalistic. The dining room is placed at the back of centerstage behind a
sliding door, occasionally giving those in the middle section of the audience a
glimpse into other areas of the house. However, this choice makes the dining room
completely invisible to large portions of the audience and any action occurring there
remains unseen.
Madeley is a captivating Birdie, constantly looking back at her days as a Southern
Belle through rose-tinted glasses. She is delicate but courageous, and thoroughly
likeable until the maid Addie (Andrea Davy), reminds the audience in a scathing
monologue that bystanders are as bad as perpetrators when it comes to oppression
and greed.
This sentiment, accompanied by re-contextualisation into somewhere in the 1950’s,
gives this play a relevance in today’s world. If we stand by and watch these greedy little foxes ‘eat the world’ and everything on it, are we not just as bad as the vermin
ourselves? With such a striking cast and tightly wound script, this 1939 classic is still
horribly relevant and utterly watchable.









