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A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

★★★½

Chichester Festival Theatre

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

Chichester Festival Theatre

★★★½

“when the sweaty, chaotic fairy world takes over, it gives the play a suitably messy sense of freedom and desire”

There is something faintly quaint about setting A Midsummer Night’s Dream in 1994 Sussex. It is recent enough to feel familiar, but distant enough now for some of the cultural references to have become period detail. They don’t always hang together. Justin Audibert and Hannah Joss’s production brings Shakespeare’s lovers to the cathedral city of Chichester and the South Downs. Here, Tory MP Theseus is cracking down on illegal raves in the run-up to his wedding, while Oberon and Titania are preparing their own rather more illicit party. The conceit can feel a little out of place and out of time, but there are plenty of things that work.

The strongest is the fairy world. David Sturzaker’s Oberon and Eve Ponsonby’s Titania are sweaty, drug-addled and thoroughly unkempt, with their fairy followers looking as though they have been dancing on the Downs for several days and nights. Oberon’s grubby Rolling Stones T-shirt and Titania’s shimmering silvery outfit, complete with impressively unwashed, matted hair, create exactly the right contrast. Shane David-Joseph’s Puck, in shiny leisurewear and chomping on a cigar, is equally at home in this world. Oberon’s ritual with the drugs used for the love potions is particularly effective, while he directs the action from his DJ booth and Puck gets the party going.

The rave world is full of neon, fluffy cushions, vivid colours and smiley faces, with the dancers bringing plenty of energy to the production. The grass-covered thrust stage is backed by a large, pyramid-shaped timber structure, with Elliot Griggs’s neon-centric lighting adding plenty of colour and energy. Cubed spaces representing the MP’s office, the wedding venue and Titania’s neon-lit boudoir move in and out of the timber structure. Grounding the adaptation geographically as well as politically are references to places around Chichester, while the South Downs make a suitably magical setting for the lovers to escape into. The real landscape has plenty of enchantment of its own, but Joanna Scotcher’s set doesn’t quite capture it. It’s an interesting conceit, but the result feels a little lacklustre, perhaps relying rather more than it should on a local audience to supply some of the associations and atmosphere that the landscape itself might have provided.

The 1994 setting does provide some political mischief. Tom Kanji’s buttoned-up Tory MP Theseus and Celeste Dodwell’s frozen, lacquered-hair fiancée Hippolyta look every inch the respectable political couple, but behind closed doors they can barely keep their hands off each other. Theseus’s office is dominated by a huge photograph of Margaret Thatcher, which the more liberally minded Lysanda happily defaces. It is a neat reminder of the political world this production is playing with, from the Tory sleaze scandals of the period to the crackdown on illegal raves, which reflects the introduction of the Criminal Justice and Public Order Act that same year.

The gender changes among the lovers add an interesting dimension, hinting at social changes that were still to come. Angela Saint’Albano’s Hermia and Ellie Larkin’s Lysanda have a relationship that feels genuinely affectionate, making their eventual falling-out more painful, while Freya Parks’ Helena gets plenty to play with as the spurned lover in the first half. Kieran Taylor-Ford’s Demetrius is a little less distinctive alongside the three women, but once the magic starts to scramble their affections, Saint’Albano gets some great comic frustration when both Lysanda and Demetrius suddenly turn against her.

The mechanicals are members of the Conservative Party rehearsing a play to impress their local MP, with Bottom working in the local video shop and keen to bring his screen heroes into his performance. There are some good dynamics among them too, particularly Kieran Walker’s put-upon Flute and Anna Soden’s Robyn Starveling, who is clearly rather enamoured of Bottom. The standout performance comes from Munya Chawawa as Bottom, who gives him an infectious combination of self-importance and sheer silliness, with terrific physical comedy and a particularly charming hiccupping ‘hee-haw’ after his transformation.

The production moves at a good pace, shifting between the lovers, mechanicals and fairy world without letting any one strand dominate. The 1994 setting may not always convince, but when the sweaty, chaotic fairy world takes over, it gives the play a suitably messy sense of freedom and desire. And I suspect Bottom’s pronunciation of ‘prologue’ will stay with me for a long time.



A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

Chichester Festival Theatre

Reviewed on 25th September 2026

by Ellen Cheshire

Photography by Manuel Harlan

 

 

 

 

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

EASY VIRTUE

★★★★

Cambridge Arts Theatre

EASY VIRTUE

Cambridge Arts Theatre

★★★★

“packed with killer one liners and devastating retorts”

Sir Trevor Nunn’s anticipated revival of ‘Easy Virtue’ – one of Noël Coward’s early, rarely staged plays – lands in his old stamping ground. Written in 1924 and shocking in its day, this finely judged production still hits hard, exposing the price women pay for living on their own terms.

John – the sole heir to an aristocratic fortune – triggers a reckoning when he brings home a wildly unsuitable wife. But frank and fearless Larita knows her worth and won’t be cowed by his unbending family. As tensions rise, only one side will come out on top.

‘Easy Virtue’ has all the razor sharp wit you expect from Coward – only with a far sharper edge. It scandalised original audiences: Larita’s past touches almost every 1920s taboo, forcing contemporary audiences to confront the double standards they’d rather ignore. Yet it still feels ahead of its time; even now, it’s a thrill to watch a heroine resolutely refuse to conform. The script is packed with killer one liners and devastating retorts; Larita delivers some blisteringly articulate speeches, which are satisfying if a touch contrived. Still, a few beats land awkwardly in 2026. Larita ends up minimising John’s responsibility for their failing marriage while maximising her own, which jars with her otherwise forward thinking nature. Meanwhile John is shielded from scandal and handed a tidy solution by Larita herself, which Sarah also seems to support – though perhaps as an intentional indictment of male privilege.

Sir Trevor Nunn’s landmark production makes Coward’s cynical wit and emotional precision really sparkle. Recasting Larita as English rather than American sidesteps the culture clash trope, sharpening the clash of ideals and making the Whittakers’ gaslighting feel even more toxic. Every character is humanised, especially Larita whose poised wit gives way to silent moments of collapse, underlining her emotional intelligence and the trap she’s in. Sarah echoes Larita’s modernity, fiercely calling out John’s neglect and resisting his advances – though this makes their later reconciliation a little jarring. The Colonel’s final wave is a beautifully understated tribute from this faithful ally. And placing the interval right after Larita and John’s explosive Act 2 argument smartly spotlights this turning point and splits the evening into two clean halves.

The brilliant cast delivers standout work across the board. Alice Orr Ewing’s Larita is resolutely poised and deeply sympathetic, pairing razor wit with hidden depths. Greta Scacchi nails Mrs Whittaker’s narcissistic obliviousness, delivering hysterics with immaculate comic timing and pitch perfect restraint. Lisa Ambalavanar’s fresh, funny, fierce Sarah proves herself worthy of Larita’s friendship as a genuine “girl’s girl”. Joseph Potter charts John’s headlong rush into first love before snapping back to reality with uncomfortable accuracy. Michael Praed gives the Colonel a poignantly worn down grace – a man long resigned yet capable of respectful tenderness. Imogen Elliott’s Marion captures a young woman sliding inevitably into her mother’s mould, conditioned to toe the family line. Grace Hogg Robinson gives Hilda a charming, volatile innocence, veering from idolising Larita to bristling at her. Jamie Wilkes brings a deft mix of aristocratic stiffness and bold humour to Charles, letting the formal façade slip.

Simon Higlett’s set channels 1920s aristocracy: an opulent, pillar lined room complete with all the trappings. Like the Whittakers, it remains steadfast throughout, the only change coming from the symbolically clearing sky in the vast French windows. Johanna Town’s lighting follows suit, steady until the finale, where blues, purples and festive lamps mark the climax. Higlett’s costumes revel in 1920s glamour with Larita’s gala look stealing the show in a riot of sequins, pearls and rubies, topped with a magnificent feather fan. Anna Wood’s sound design is subtle and unobtrusive: no mics, just soft music and distant applause. Only the ending falters, the music swelling too soon and drowning Larita’s final lines.

Nunn’s ‘Easy Virtue’ reminds us that a woman’s independence is still the ultimate provocation. Don’t miss this powerful production of a rare Coward gem.



EASY VIRTUE

Cambridge Arts Theatre

Reviewed on 25th February 2026

by Hannah Bothelton

Photography by Richard Hubert Smith


 

 

 

 

EASY VIRTUE

EASY VIRTUE

EASY VIRTUE