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THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

★★★★

UK Tour

THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

Theatre Royal Windsor

★★★★

“Director David Esbjornson lures us into this world before slamming the doors and keeping us captive – and captivated – for the next two hours”

Stephen King’s short story, on which the stage adaptation of “The Shawshank Redemption” is based, was titled ‘Rita Hayworth and The Shawshank Redemption’. We only learn the significance of the reference to the star of the Golden Age of Hollywood in the final moments of the play, but it is an uplifting moment which epitomises the feelings of joy and hope that pop up in what is essentially a grim and desperate setting.

Set in the maximum-security wing of the Shawshank penitentiary, Owen O’Neill’s and Dave Johns’ epic interpretation spans a couple of decades with its tale of a man wrongfully imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit. That man is Andy Dufresne, wonderfully played by Joe McFadden with a mixture of vulnerability and bravado, who uses his well-heeled banking background to ingratiate himself with the other inmates and the guards. It is a precarious tightrope he walks, and he frequently falls into the pit of violence and backstabbing that is prevalent – particularly among the warden and the guards who are just as crooked as the prisoners.

Director David Esbjornson lures us into this world before slamming the doors and keeping us captive – and captivated – for the next two hours. Gary McCann’s stark two-tiered set creates the prison day room with its balcony from which other prisoners – and prison guards – watch, heckle and interrupt the action below. The audience feel part of that assembly, encouraged by long-term jailbird Ellis ‘Red’ Redding who acts as narrator. Crossing the line between stage and auditorium, Ben Onwukwe gives a remarkable performance as ‘Red’, the prison ‘fixer’ who somehow manages to get whatever contraband his cell mates require. Onwukwe somehow manages to secure our sympathy too, which fills us with a guilty pleasure as we wonder how it is possible to warm to a man who is a self-confessed double murderer.

But then we wonder who the real villains of the piece are. Warden Stammas takes self-interest to extremes as he ignores justice, law and morality to serve his own agenda, willingly dispensing with others’ lives and freedoms. Owen Oldroyd (stepping in for Bill Ward who plays Stammas for the rest of the run) captures the cool menace as he wields his power with a deceptive stillness. The prison hierarchy is vividly illustrated with the peripheral characters establishing their own powerful personalities. Sean Kingsley’s intimidating ‘Bogs Diamond’ and sidekick ‘Rooster’ (a wonderful Ashley D Gale complete with a sinister hyena-like cackle) form the ‘sisters’ who attempt to hold sway through sexual violence. Meanwhile there is Kenneth Jay’s ‘Brooksie’, the librarian who cuts a tragic figure so institutionalised he can’t cope with his parole. Through all of this, the central figure of Andy Dufrense maintains his own innocence. McFadden never lets his character give up despite the odds, taking the knocks with understated defiance and an inbuilt sense of optimism. A vestige of hope comes in the form of Tommy (Kyle Harrison-Pope) who claims he knows the real culprit behind the murders for which Andy was accused. Tragedy soon dashes that hope.

The structure is episodic and time passes in fits and starts. Suddenly a decade can fly by without us noticing, but Onwukwe is on hand to give us context. Chris Davey’s lighting certainly gives us the sense of place with its cool washes – panoramic and moody but concentrated when necessary. Sepulchral spotlights surrounded by shadows evocatively display the isolation. Faultless performances highlight, when not in their solitary confinement, the precarious camaraderie that exists, although occasionally the bonhomie can eclipse the true sense of danger and brutality. But even if the physical savagery doesn’t quite come across, the potency is shocking. “The Shawshank Redemption” is an enthralling picture of this world, and how people adjust to it, whether they are placed there justifiably or not. ‘Redemption’ is a double-edged sword. I’m not going to tell you if it lives up to its title, but I’d strongly urge you to find out.



THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

Theatre Royal Windsor then UK Tour continues

Reviewed on 18th February 2026

by Jonathan Evans 

Photography by Jack Merriman


 

 

 

 

THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION

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★★★

Arcola Theatre

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Arcola Theatre

★★★

“the play, having built a world so rich with eccentricity, opts for a resolution that feels strangely cautious”

Thomas is working from home. He has been for years. But practitioners of this common condition will know immediately that something isn’t right about Thomas’s WFH set-up.

There is no pile of damp laundry, no mewling toddler pawing at his ankles wanting Bluey on the iPad, no mild burbling of Test Match Special in the background.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

In designer Mike Britton’s blistering set, Thomas’s home is antiseptic white. Clean-lined desk and chair. Laptop and phone. There’s a wall of white Ikea type cupboards upstage (which become a minor character in their own right thanks to Chris Davey’s clever lighting) and, finally and most impressively, the remarkable wipe-clean vinyl floor.

We meet fastidious Thomas with his mop shoes on, choo-chooing around the space, spritzing invisible germs with a bleach cleaner. Top half: shirt and tie for the Zoom; bottom half: boxers and bare feet.

Thomas tells us about life in his canal side apartment and, more particularly, we learn about his work in IT through video calls and emails, which he recounts to us with a bitchy relish. Actor Paul Keating does his best work of the hour as the office gossip, relaying who’s in and who’s out and the rise of the dreaded Naomi, the new COO.

He loved the office. He misses the sense of community. He was “the only person who reads the manuals” so he was on hand with the coffee maker and the faulty printer. He was a stalwart of cake-based gatherings and bantz.

Award-winning playwright Michael Wynne has a pitch-perfect ear for the soulless, jollying-along jargon of the modern hybrid office – “you’re on mute” – and later, when things turn dark, how this hollow dialect becomes the banal language of corporate oppression and bullying.

Because Naomi has Thomas in his sights. Oh yes, Thomas is next for the cull. There are meetings with the “Head of People”, bogus allegations of incompetence and his sociability is weaponised as inappropriate.

Thomas is defined by his job, so without it his sequestered life collapses into drift and disorientation. He loses perspective…

And here, sadly, is where director Lucy Bailey’s vivid and sharply designed production begins to falter.

Perhaps the surreal brilliance of Severance or Brazil hovers overhead and infects our expectations – because by now, with the eye-scorching whiteness of the set, the emptiness of corporate speech, and the quirks of isolated Thomas, we’re primed for something stranger.

But the play, having built a world so rich with eccentricity, opts for a resolution that feels strangely cautious. Thomas’s descent gestures toward a dramatic rupture but lands on something more recognisable – a soft undoing, wrapped in quotidian trauma.

Take, for example, Clive the four-foot cactus, headliner, and a prop of prickly promise. It remains just that – static and symbolic, never quite earning the weight the play seems to assign it. We keep waiting for the twist, the outlandish transformation. It never comes. It is briefly a metaphor – life is spiky, brush it the wrong way and it wounds – but then it retreats into anonymity.

None of this reflects on Keating’s personable, warm-hearted performance. He is a winning presence, never better than when re-arranging his baked beans “labels out”. The production is a short, witty takedown of WFH signifiers. It just runs out of invention 20 minutes too soon.



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Reviewed on 1st August 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Ikin Yum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

THE RECKONING | ★★★★ | June 2025
IN OTHER WORDS | ★★★★ | May 2025
HEISENBERG | ★★★ | April 2025
CRY-BABY, THE MUSICAL | ★★★★★ | March 2025
THE DOUBLE ACT | ★★★★★ | January 2025
TARANTULA | ★★★★ | January 2025
HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS | ★★★★ | December 2024
DISTANT MEMORIES OF THE NEAR FUTURE | ★★★ | November 2024
THE BAND BACK TOGETHER | ★★★★ | September 2024
MR PUNCH AT THE OPERA | ★★★ | August 2024

 

 

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