Writing down what I think about theatre I've seen in That London, whether I've been asked to or not.
Showing posts with label Mathew Baynton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mathew Baynton. Show all posts
Saturday, 17 February 2024
Theatre review: A Midsummer Night's Dream
(RSC/RST)
When a theatre decides when to schedule A Midsummer Night's Dream they tend to do so with a fairly literal approach to the title; if it shows up out of season that usually means we're in for one of the "darker and edgier" takes that honestly believes it's the first production ever to notice the line "I wooed thee with my sword" and proceeds to apply it to every scene, Joe. So it's refreshing to see Eleanor Rhode's new RSC production - the last Shakespeare of Erica Whyman's interregnum period - open in a very different way: The lines about winning love with injury are still there, but their context feels a lot less personal. The Duke of Athens and Queen of the Amazons' wedding is definitely an arranged one made as part of a peace treaty, but both of them are pawns in this situation, and Bally Gill's sweetly awkward Theseus is clearly intimidated by Sirine Saba's businesslike Hippolyta.
Labels:
AMND,
Bally Gill,
Boadicea Ricketts,
Dawn Sievewright,
Eleanor Rhode,
Emily Cundick,
Lucy Osborne,
Mathew Baynton,
Matt Daw,
Mitesh Soni,
Nicholas Armfield,
Premi Tamang,
Ryan Hutton,
Sirine Saba,
Tom Xander
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
Theatre review: Holes
Some productions seem to appear with perfect timing while others have the worst; it's certainly the latter when a black comedy about a plane crash coincides with news of a real one. So there's a certain amount of blocking out unfortunate associations to be done here, but Holes deserves it. Tom Basden's writing has gone from the witty, silly Party, which also became a Radio 4 sitcom, to darker absurdism including adapting Kafka for the stage. Both styles are apparent in his latest play which had an Edinburgh run last year and now comes, slightly rewritten, to the Arcola's infrequently-used third space, the Tent. I'd not seen anything here before, and it turns out to be a fun space, in the round and feeling a bit like a small circus tent, although the constant noise of traffic, Overground trains and even a gospel choir may explain why it usually houses comedy or music rather than straight plays.
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