The thing about committing to doing the entire works of Shakespeare with no repetition is that at some point you have to knuckle down and do Troilus and Cressida. If you're the RSC you've also got the added pressure of hoping it doesn't get overshadowed by the memory of the last time you attempted it. Artistic Director Gregory Doran has taken the job on himself with a bombastic production that plays a few weeks in the middle of the "T" season, the high concept being that designer Niki Turner has taken inspiration from Mad Max (presumably the Tom Hardy rather than Mel Gibson version, as Agamemnon doesn't take time out to blame the Jews for the Trojan War) and composers Evelyn Glennie and Dave Price have created a cacophonous, percussion-heavy soundtrack that's meant to evoke the noise of a war dragging on indefinitely in the background. It's a clanging, crashing noise that Troilus (Gavin Fowler) is not so much haunted as irritated by after seven years of siege.
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 Niki Turner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Niki Turner. Show all posts
Saturday, 20 October 2018
Saturday, 10 September 2016
Theatre review: King Lear (RSC / RST & Barbican)
This year's installment of The Greg & Tony Show brings us to what has always
been inevitable, as Antony Sher takes the title role in Shakespeare's bleak but
beautiful King Lear. Gregory Doran's rule of the RSC has been criticised
(largely by me, to be fair,) for sometimes resembling an extended vanity project for
his husband, a criticism he's presumably not too worried about dispelling, as this
is a production whose aesthetic is all about showing Lear not so much as a king but
as a god. Funnily enough that meant I saw parallels with the show I saw last night,
but where Haile Selassie worked into his old age to desperately try and cling on to
power, Lear starts to believe the adoration he gets is his divine right, and gives
up the power that is the only reason anyone respected him.
Saturday, 15 November 2014
Theatre review: The Witch of Edmonton
Curses, demon dogs and, worst of all, enforced Morris dancing in the final show of the RSC's Roaring Girls season in the Swan. William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford and possibly other unknown writers worked together on The Witch of Edmonton to get it quickly to the stage in 1621 after a woman was hanged in Edmonton for witchcraft. Mother Sawyer (Eileen Atkins) is sick of being accused of witchcraft and used as a scapegoat for all the town's ills, and wishes aloud that she actually did have the powers she's accused of, so she could take revenge for all the abuse she receives. Her wish is heard by the devil, who takes the shape of a large black Dog (Jay Simpson,) and offers her the traditional deal of doing evil on her behalf, in return for her soul. Dog variously possesses and enchants the townspeople, but their downfall comes largely from the revelation of sins they'd been up to already.
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David Rintoul,
Eileen Atkins,
Faye Castelow,
Gregory Doran,
Ian Bonar,
Jay Simpson,
Joe Bannister,
John Ford,
Niki Turner,
Shvorne Marks,
Stratford-upon-Avon,
Thomas Dekker,
William Rowley
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Theatre review: The Orphan of Zhao
Next up in the "A World Elsewhere" season is the first Chinese play ever to be staged at the RSC, The Orphan of Zhao. Although its provenance is slightly less straightforward than that - the story has been retold on stage in China for centuries, with the best-known version being Ji Junxiang's 14th century telling, with 17th century amendments by Zang Maoxun. What we have here is a new adaptation by James Fenton, taken from a variety of original Chinese sources (and adding a new ending to tidy up a nagging plot hole.) Gregory Doran directs, making this either his final production as Chief Associate, or his first as Artistic Director, or neither, or both. The publicity has been keen to call the play the "Chinese Hamlet" although the main similarity is in this being a bloody revenge tragedy - The Orphan of Zhao is a much more epically sprawling affair, and at times a gripping one.
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