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ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

★★★★★

Edinburgh International Festival

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

Edinburgh International Festival

★★★★★

“This is a finely wrought work, every element chosen with precision”

The theatre curtain glows with a looping projection—what many today would call a “boomerang”, though not of the Australian variety. The image fades. In the pit, the live orchestra tunes. The curtain rises to reveal an aerial artist suspended in a mist of golden haze, dressed in crimson, as she tumbles and falls while descending. It is Eurydice’s death on her wedding night—her plunge into the underworld. The image is both haunting and beautiful. Our evening of visual poetry begins.

The ancient story: Eurydice dies on her wedding day, and Orpheus, the world’s greatest musician, journeys to Hades to bring her back—on one cruel condition: he must not look at her until they have left the underworld. In this staging, Orpheus awakens in an asylum, visited by Amor, who offers the same bargain—the Greeks and their Sisyphean tasks, the test of patience, the temptation to turn too soon. We think we know how this ends. We read, “Love triumphs.” But does it?

The star is Christoph Gluck’s luminous score, performed with clarity and elegance by the Scottish Chamber Orchestra and the Chorus of Scottish Opera under the baton of Laurence Cummings. Another standout is the collaboration of several artistic forces, including direction and scenic design by Yaron Lifschitz, choreography by Lifschitz, Bridie Hooper, and the Circa ensemble. Costumes are by Libby McDonnell, video design by Boris Bagattini. Countertenor Iestyn Davies gives Orpheus a voice of ache and purity, while Samantha Clarke sings both Eurydice and Amor with grace and power. The movement artists are the kinetic heart of the piece—always in motion, inhabiting the liminal space between myth and dream, unflinchingly hurling themselves into these underworlds of kinetic flow.

The set is a white box. Other small structures appear, then vanish. Supertitles are video-mapped onto the back wall, integrated into the scenery before decaying and falling away, like Eurydice’s first descent.

The colour palette is stark: white, black, and red. The language is that of symbols, each one dissolving into the next. The chorus becomes part of the set; dancers counterbalance against walls, walk horizontally when lifted, roll, and dive along vertical planes. There is no safety net.

A green circle of grass appears; red petals rain gently down. Three male dancers share a breathtaking trio, weaving, diving, and cascading over and under one another. Dancers mask and unmask, building impossible towers of bodies. The production flows from one potent image to the next—each a tableau of loss, longing, and fragile, precarious triumph.

This is a finely wrought work, every element chosen with precision. Music meets voice, meets movement, meets circus. Opera and contemporary circus intertwine in a pas de deux—tumbling, floating, weightless. Gluck’s Orpheus and Eurydice is brought back from the underworld, but in this telling, we should not avert our gaze. Perhaps we should never look away.



ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

Edinburgh International Festival

This show is a European production premiere with Opera Australia, presenting Opera Queensland’s production of Orpheus and Eurydice in association with Circa

Reviewed on 13th August 2025 at Edinburgh Playhouse

by Louis Kavouras

Photography by Jess Shurte

 

 

 

 

 

 

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

DUCK POND

★★★★

Royal Festival Hall

DUCK POND

Royal Festival Hall

★★★★

“It is a wonder, without a doubt, and delightfully potty”

Australian company Circa has intertwined the myths of Swan Lake and The Ugly Duckling to create a muscular and gasp-inducing circus ballet that is rich in both beauty and spectacle.

“D-u-c-k!” one is tempted to shout, seeing the toned performers flung perilously across the expansive stage of the Royal Festival Hall. This is where art, performance and extreme physicality come together to push back the boundaries of what’s possible in the bruising realm of acrobatic storytelling.

As the performers swing from billowing wraps, make towers that almost touch the lighting rigs, tumble from ridiculous heights, and twist bodies until surely they must break, there are sharp intakes of breath across the auditorium – along with sympathetic twinges in dozing deltoids. Meanwhile, somewhere in a corner of the Southbank Centre, a health and safety manager is having a quiet meltdown.

These are daffy ducks. They are dexterous ducks, dazzling ducks and, above all, daring ducks.

Here’s the story in outline, taking the ornithological inexactitude of the original and giving it a tweak and twist.

At a palace celebration for the Prince’s birthday, the revelry ends abruptly. The Prince meets the Ugly Duckling, and with Cupid’s intervention, they fall in love. However, their romance is overshadowed by societal barriers. Instead, the more suitable and wily Black Swan captivates the Prince’s heart.

But fortunes change when the Ugly Duckling discovers she is, in fact, a swan herself. And here comes the modern twist – it is the Black Swan and White Swan, two sapphic swans a-swooning, who fall in love, leaving the Prince in a flap.

It’s best to know the rudiments of the story going in. This wordless show is about the sheer artistry and physicality of the human form (those mince pies seeming twice as inhibiting now). But the whispers around the auditorium suggest the youngsters like to know roughly what’s going on and who’s who.

And then, after the climactic nuptials comes the coda, the extended – and probably unnecessary – third act. The swansong, if you will. Once the story is wrapped up, we’re given a meta-view of the performers, stripping off and breaking down the set. In Fame School bursts of exuberance, everyone has a last chance to do a party piece. It gets a little raunchy here, but tongue-in-cheek.

Director Yaron Lifschitz has it right when he calls this superior mix “something new – neither quite ballet nor circus… moving yet accessible”.

It is a wonder, without a doubt, and delightfully potty.

This Christmas, make a change and put duck on the menu.



DUCK POND

Royal Festival Hall

Reviewed on 19th December 2024

by Giles Broadbent

Photography by Pia Johnson

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at Southbank venues:

MARGARET LENG TAN: DRAGON LADIES DON’T WEEP | ★★★★ | May 2024
MASTERCLASS | ★★★★ | May 2024
FROM ENGLAND WITH LOVE | ★★★½ | April 2024
REUBEN KAYE: THE BUTCH IS BACK | ★★★★ | December 2023
THE PARADIS FILES | ★★★★ | April 2022

DUCK POND

DUCK POND

DUCK POND

 

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