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BLOODSPORT: AFTER HELEN OF TROY

★★★★★

Stratford East

BLOODSPORT: AFTER HELEN OF TROY

Stratford East

★★★★★

“Dockery and Aikman are mesmerising in this tale of two women torn apart by events”

There is a brief scene in the recent blockbuster film ‘The Odyssey’ in which we see Helen restored to her position in Menelaus’ court after Troy falls. She is scarred and bowed, a reluctant wife-slave again.

Not so in Ava Pickett’s Bloodsport: After Helen of Troy. Helen, played by Downton Abbey’s Michelle Dockery, is indeed bloody and shocked as she is dragged back from the fighting into the pristine Essex home of her former best friend Cee (Laura Aikman), but she is by no means bowed.

Pickett is surely one of our most up and coming writers. Here she gives us a feel of Mike Leigh’s ‘Abigail’s Party’ early on then Yasmina Reza’s ‘God of Carnage’, and if she borrows from both, then the dramatisation offers the best of tributes. Pickett has also just co-written the script for Baz Luhrmann’s upcoming film Jehanne d’Arc so, maybe battle scenes are familiar territory. She sets her take on the return of Helen firmly in modern-day Essex but the ancient parallels are joyously clear. Troy has become a series of street wars and burnings, set off by Cee’s pugnacious husband Mario (Gerard Monaco) to redress the insult to his friend Marcus (Jay Taylor). This is, of course, the disappearance of Helen after a pick-up in a bar by lounge lizard Paris.

Mario is all fists, fight and fury and wants to go for a victory drink down the pub when he returns. He brutally ignores Cee’s carefully planned champagne celebration. Marcus is conciliatory and weak, just glad to have his family back together but, guess what, he is under Mario’s spell. So the two leave.

And that is the signal for the true nature of the play to emerge. There have been laughs aplenty for the audience up till now. Suddenly we are in much darker territory. Against an unmistakably suburban interior (Polly Sullivan) Director Lisa Spirling uses lighting flashes and explosive sound (Nicola T. Chang) to punctuate the change in tone. Helen gets over her simulated daze, pulls on black combat pants over her underwear and takes over Cee’s home as a fortress for her own female troops, including Cee’s apparently dozey maid Dani (a great performance by Maimuna Memon).

Dockery and Aikman are mesmerising in this tale of two women torn apart by events, with truths to face. There’s a wonderfully well-conceived ‘Messenger’ – Ethan Moorhouse – who introduces and holds the narrative line together, in a rapidly spoken Essex patois (full of profanities) commenting, Greek chorus like, on the unfolding drama.

There isn’t a redundant performance here or one that does not deserve praise. Spirling was introduced to the play when it was first written as part of a New Writing Programme and now brings it to fruition through skilful deployment of, as she says, a ‘ridiculously talented’ cast and creative team. She has delivered an ensemble backing for the two leads in which every player is clear and distinct in their roles. The courageous and shocking finale itself marks a remarkable departure from traditional theatrical outcomes. This play is one for the awards.



BLOODSPORT: AFTER HELEN OF TROY

Stratford East

Reviewed on 10th September 2026

by Louise Sibley

Photography by Tristram Kenton


 

 

 

 

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ANIMAL FARM

★★★★

Stratford East

ANIMAL FARM

Stratford East

★★★★

“some truly striking moments of grand theatricality”

First things first, there is no farm. Not one that we would recognise anyway. Not the solace of a green field or a puffy cloud against an azure sky. This Animal Farm is a factory farm. A gutter scythes through the stage running red with the blood of slaughtered animals.

In director Amy Leach’s powerful and visually stunning interpretation of the George Orwell novella, the world is a succession of wire cages. These animals’ lives are bloody, mucky and constrained.

Set and costume designer Hayley Grindle dresses the animals in smeared vests and boiler suits, their designation (Sheep, Dog etc) tattooed or worn as patches – and where have we seen that before?

Old Major (Everal A Walsh) warns his friends they are sleepwalking towards their own destruction. He too is carried off to the abattoir but his final cry for rebellion finds purchase and revolution follows.

In many of the beautifully worked set pieces – brutal, sinewy ballets – the look and feel is that of a Kraftwerk gig, all soulless electronica, wire and concrete picked out in red and white with starkly lit bodies as silhouettes in strobe-like slow motion.

It is against this backdrop of warehouse columns and ominous shadows that the menagerie fights for scraps of dignity, putting the agro into agro-industrial complex.

“Hambush!’ coos gossipy pigeon and part-time narrator Milo (Em Prendergast), who adds necessary comic relief to a relentlessly grim tale.

Snowball (Robin Morrissey) and Napoleon (Tachia Newall) square off in a battle of ideals. Sneaky little Squealer (Tom Simper) sows the seeds of distrust and watches his manipulations infect the mind of bombastic Napoleon who succumbs to paranoia and corruption.

Tatty Hennessy’s muscular adaptation – accessible through seamless British Sign Language – is never less than ambitious in its manifesto and purpose.

A banner reads “All animals are created equal.” Over the course of two hours the declaration becomes first an ideal, then a plan, then a provocation, then an anathema and finally a fig leaf to justify oppression. Some animals are more equal than others, Orwell reminds us.

Caught up in the crossfire is a vibrant selection of characters each given their own personalities mercifully free of nursery rhyme cliché. Clover (Tianah Hodding) is frustratingly naïve, Boxer (Gabriel Paul) hard working, Minty (Farshid Rokey) malleable, Clara (Brydie Service) maternal, Blue (Joshua-Alexander Williams) vicious and so on.

It is a truism that Orwell’s response to the Soviet Union is perennially relevant, even in its 80th anniversary year (which accounts for a high crop yield of productions recently). As a result, there is an occasional over-elaboration of message infecting a script which, otherwise, demonstrates effectively how division is a design flaw of the human soul.

There is another box, which sits above the stage, drenched in luxury. First the greedy farmers look down on the animals and then the animals look down on the lesser animals, watching them writhe in their own muck, this time out of deluded sense of community and joint endeavour.

Inevitably, characters become less distinctive as the end nears but the impressive cast holds out for as long as it can before surrendering to the needs of allegory.

Meanwhile, in this committed and sure-footed production, the slow descent into bleakness is marked out by some truly striking moments of grand theatricality.



ANIMAL FARM

Stratford East

Reviewed on 13th February 2025

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Kirsten McTernan

 

 

 


 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

PINOCCHIO | ★★★★ | November 2024
WONDER BOY | ★★★★ | October 2024
ABIGAIL’S PARTY | ★★★★ | September 2024
NOW, I SEE | ★★★★ | May 2024
CHEEKY LITTLE BROWN | ★★★½ | April 2024
THE BIG LIFE | ★★★★★ | February 2024
BEAUTIFUL THING | ★★★★★ | September 2023

ANIMAL FARM

ANIMAL FARM

ANIMAL FARM