At some point during rehearsals at the RSC the following conversation must surely
have taken place:
"You know how we've marketed this production of The Tempest as being
especially family-friendly and a good first Shakespeare for younger kids? Well
there's a scene coming up that's basically a 25-minute information dump where the
whole plot gets described and nothing happens visually. So you know how this
production uses some of the most sophisticated projections ever seen on stage? Maybe
we could use some of those to illustrate that scene?"
"... Nah."
That's right, I'm getting my usual gripe about Prospero's Basil Exposition speech
out of the way early this time, and no, except for one moment Gregory Doran's
production doesn't use its theatrical toolbox to make it any less dry.