Although the initial description didn't instantly grab me, I eventually booked for
The Inn at Lydda based on the cast - not only a strong cast but one largely
made up of faces familiar to the Globe, suggesting that the new regime doesn't
entirely want to burn bridges with the old one (something tricky to do anyway
in the Swanamaker, where Dominic Dromgoole's face is part of the decor.) John
Wolfson's play, getting a short run in the indoor playhouse, imagines a meeting in
ancient Judea: The Emperor Tiberius Caesar (Stephen Boxer) is sick and dying, but
has heard of a miracle worker in a distant part of his empire, who he's sure can
cure him. Unfortunately by the time he and his entourage make it to Jerusalem, Jesus
of Nazareth has been crucified by Rome's own representatives. But unlike
the last version of the story we saw on a London stage, this one is based on Christian
apocrypha, so the story doesn't end there.
