THEATRE REVIEW: Othello

directed by Nicholas Hytner

Olivier Theatre, National Theatre

14 July 2013

until 5 Oct 2013

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I'll admit it: in the past, I've struggled with Othello. Never having seen it on stage, reading it on the page fell rather short of summoning up its wrought emotion and passion that I'd heard so much about. That all changed on this Sunday afternoon. This is absolute proof of what I've always said: that reading Shakespeare will always, inevitably, miss the mark somewhat — it's written to be performed, and the cast of this National Theatre production deliver one hell of a performance.

The aggressive, pumping music that builds around the auditorium of the Olivier Theatre sets up the driving pulse of this forceful show. During the first few scenes, those audience members unfamiliar with the play are in danger of getting lost, but once the production gets into its stride you can't help but be swept along in its imperious and earthy power.

The setting of the modern military base sets up and follows through on all the vital aspects of the plot in an incredibly neat way - the comradeship that is necessary for Othello to believe Iago's lies, the violence always simmering near the surface, the marked fragility of Desdemona next to the soldiers, the importance of rank and hierarchy that provokes such envy... There is never a moment in which the play feels squeezed into this mould; rather, it seems a perfect fit. Yet at the same time it illuminates this oft-delivered script in surprising and new ways, which the cast grasp and take forward with relish, finding comedy in this tale of jealousy, bitterness and revenge. 

Adrian Lester takes on the title role with relish, delivering a stirring performances with subtleties of every feeling: forceful, passionate, brutal, pained - his emotion burned out from the stage. Quite simply, he was everything you could ask for from your Othello. Yet Rory Kinnear (as Iago) is more than you could possibly want. His staggeringly good performance steals the show, being appropriately dastardly and brilliantly two-faced; yet it is his sardonic humour that puts Kinnear's own stamp on the role, as his bitter sarcasm raises many a laugh - and let's face it, it's not a play where there is usually much to laugh about. Shifting effortlessly between smooth lies and shuddering hatred for Othello, this is a masterful performance. His on-stage chemistry with Lester was brittle with sparky emotion, but it is his exchanges with Roderigo (Tom Robertson) that show off this talent for comedy. While Robertson's rather pathetic posh-boy act may have been an easy route to a laugh, the characterisation also establishes the necessary hierarchy of power with ease.

Elsewhere, Broadchurch's Jonathan Bailey shows surprising mettle as Cassio, presenting light-hearted humour but also deep pathos that catches the audiences off-guard, as an innocent caught up in the machinations of Iago. Newcomer Olivia Vinall makes for a spirited yet suitably naive Desdemona, her girlishness standing out amongst the camouflage of the army. Particularly impressive is Lyndsey Marshal as Emilia: fiery yet nuanced, she starts off rather in the background but capitalises on her character's plot arc to blaze into the heart of the gory action in the final scenes.

The large stage of the Olivier Theatre is turned into a well-crafted set that conjures up the claustrophobic intensity of the army camp and the box like sets which glide on and off stage neatly set up the interlocking arms of Iago's plan, also helping to focus the audience's eye on this expanse of stage.

Nicholas Hynter's production may have a rather long running time, but the audience are gripped from start to finish. There is earthy, raw emotion here, but it does not lose the grandeur of Shakespearean tragedy: Hytner has struck the perfect balance with his faultless cast. The final moments capture a devastating futility as Othello finally comprehends his wife's innocence and the utter waste of life which can not be undone. Unmissable.

THEATRE REVIEW: Twelfth Night

Apollo Theatre

5 January 2013

Following its sell-out run at The Globe last summer, the transfer of this all-male, traditionally-staged Twelfth Night - playing in rep with the equally lauded Richard III - really has been the hot ticket in the West End this winter, and it's not hard to see why. On paper, the combination of stage star Mark Rylance and screen darling Stephen Fry, in his first return to stage for 17 years, is enough to attract the crowds. In practice, it is more than big names that have marked out this performance - this comes close to a masterclass in how to do Shakespearean comedy.

This is the Bard in all his glory - not stuffy, not incomprehensible and certainly not dull. In a similar way to other Globe productions which have toured or transferred, the house lights are never fully dimmed, diffusing that invisible fourth wall and creating an atmosphere of camaraderie between audience and performers. It is one of many signs that director Tim Carroll is harking back to London's golden age of theatre in Shakespeare's own time. While the traditionally designed poster is charming if gimmicky, the lighting, traditional music and seating on stage are far from it, resurrecting a spirit of companionship and riotous fun which so embodied Renaissance comedy. If this all sounds a bit corny and you're beginning to doubt the keenness of my critical eye, I apologise: but this is a joyous comedy which invites giggles and warmth at every turn.

Yet perhaps this works against the performance in an odd way when it comes to the portrayal of Malvolio. Stephen Fry is...well, he's Stephen Fry as we know and love him, complete with adorably pompous manner and Melchett-esque laugh. Capturing Malvolio's affected superiority and subsequent ludicrous behaviour perfectly, he has the audience in hysterics in his efforts to impress Olivia, with levels of leering sycophancy rivalling the great David Bamber in the 1995 BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. However, enjoyable as Fry's performance is, it certainly shies away from truly exploring the darker elements of this play. Ostracised, imprisoned in a cell and labelled a dangerous madman, Malvolio is indeed "most notoriously abused", and his plot arc can elicit discomfort as well as laughter. Does he deserve such treatment? Should such cruelty be entertaining? Is his promise of revenge something to be laughed at, or does it throw a gloomier shadow over the closing moments of the play? Perhaps dwelling on these questions for too long is not in keeping with the overall tone this production is taking, but it would have been more satisfying to see a little more nuance and shading in Fry's portrayal. He will always be a crowd-pleaser, but - at risk of repercussions from his army of adoring fans - his Malvolio is excellent, but not exceptional.

At the other end of the spectrum, Mark Rylance succeeds in making a rather dull part seem extraordinary. His Olivia is by far the best I have seen on stage or screen, transforming the role from a fairly forgettable moping mourner into a figure of charming hilarity. Rylance's movement around the stage is fascinating and hilarious in itself: seeming to glide rather than to walk, there is a constant sense of hovering which lends energy to the part, even when silent. This is of course heightened by the wonderful expressiveness of voice and face, often simultaneously mournful and comic. Above all, Rylance's success comes from his ability to appear utterly natural in the role, embodying it whole-heartedly - given he is playing a countess in full Renaissance make-up in a somewhat ludicrous comedy, this is a pretty amazing feat, and a privilege to see first-hand.

Rylance might steal the show, but a regular scene-stealer also comes in the form of Maria (Paul Chahidi). As confusion and farce are milked to their fullest comic effect, Chahidi certainly rivals Rylance in gliding abilities and comic timing. Together with a superb array of frowns, simpers and wicked grins, he is a delight to watch and displays unfailing exuberance for the role. Another surprise of the evening is Fabian, as James Garnon shines in an often rather overlooked role which brings a much-needed dose of solidity into the raucous madness of Sir Toby (Colin Hurley) and Sir Andrew (Roger Lloyd Pack). Garnon however does not fall into the trap of making this straighter role too straight, with an impressively strong performance delivering comedy and thoughtfulness.

Director Tim Carroll must be congratulated on a production which delivers the essence of Shakespearean comedy with lightness, joy and sparkle. The styling may be traditional, but we are a thousand miles away from dusty old books and dry rhetoric. The bard may be known for his lengthy speeches, but with some cunning timing this Twelfth Night demonstrates the hilarity of the Shakespearean one-liner. With music, physical comedy, beautiful costumes (including a truly fabulous array of hats, I might add) and an Olivia who is nothing short of brilliant, this is a superb production proving that a comedy from 1602 really can - and deserves to - stand the test of time.

THEATRE REVIEW - Theatre in the Forest: King Lear

Red Rose Chain
Rendlesham Forest
25th July 2012

****

The Red Rose Chain theatre group have returned to Rendlesham Forest for their thirteenth year performing ‘Theatre in the Forest’, and once again the Suffolk audience welcomed them back with open arms. I am always impressed with the overflowing enthusiasm of the cast, and their success in entertaining audience members of every age; and although King Lear is certainly the most difficult of the Bard’s works I’ve seen them attempt, this year was no different.

The cast demonstrated once more the combination of stamina, technical ability and pure silliness which makes Theatre in the Forest such a winning formula. Without exception, they mastered the Shakespearean verse – often playing multiple roles – whilst for the most part keeping the convoluted plot accessible to all. Seasoned Red-Rose-Chainer Joanna Carrick continued her run of strong performances as Goneril/Gloucester (including a hilarious Shakespearean mash-up of Salt ‘n’ Pepa’’s Push It…) while newcomer Scott Ellis made a powerful Edmund, holding the stage with ease in his solo scenes. Elsewhere student Owen Morgan showed impressive range as Edgar and Regan, excelling in both poignancy and comic petulance in his varying roles. In this strong ensemble, however, there was no doubt that Edward Day was the star, in sheer stamina and commitment if nothing else. Lear is a mammoth role to undertake even within the Shakespearean canon, and Day threw his all into it, rarely having a break to speak of between scenes. As his control over events in the play faltered, his power over the audience grew, veering from near-physical breakdown to intense fury to childish hysteria. Most of all, it was evident just how much fun he was having with the role: a quality that the audience lapped up and repaid in obvious appreciation.

The costume and set designers were, as ever, not afraid to go along with some wacky ideas: Lear’s frequent appearances on a gold spray-painted mobility scooter both undermined his kingly authority and provided an opportunity for slapstick. The portrayal of the Fool as Lear’s adored hand-puppet was an interesting one; I suspect it was more due to numerical limitations of cast than anything, but nevertheless it provided an intriguing reading of the play. With Fool and King conflated into one, his childishness and increasing mental were highlighted. It also brought out some of the sympathy I’ve always felt for Goneril and Regan earlier in the play: ok, they do overreact in a pretty massive way, but you can see how some of Lear’s behaviour could start to wind you up…

As I conclude my review, however, I ask myself why I’m so reluctant to give it five stars. Somehow King Lear, entertaining and brilliant as it was, didn’t quite have that extra spark of magic that Theatre in the Forest has had in the past. Perhaps it is the toughness of Lear as a play, or perhaps they were let down a little by a couple of directorial decisions. The storm scene, that pinnacle moment, never quite reached the intensity I was looking for, yet I will admit that would be difficult in the beautiful July sunshine. For me the blinding of Gloucester also missed the mark – although again, it’s a hard scene to judge when you’re catering for young children.

So all in all, the Red Rose Chain have pulled off another great success. As the actors’ voices echo around the fantastic space of Rendlesham Forest, Shakespeare’s work really does come to life, and this King Lear is another unique, refreshing and thoroughly entertaining show, whether you are five, fifty or one hundred and five years old.

King Lear runs until 26th August in Rendlesham Forest, Suffolk