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MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS

★★★★★

Edinburgh International Festival

MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS

Edinburgh International Festival

★★★★★

“a work of rare ambition: visually striking, musically daring, dramatically urgent”

Scottish Ballet’s Mary, Queen of Scots opens with Elizabeth I illuminated in a pool of light as white petals fall — winter, the end of a life. On her deathbed, she recalls her cousin and rival, Mary. From the first image, this is a dance of power, rivalry, and survival.

Directors Sophie Laplane and James Bonas construct a narrative without words, weaving gesture, image, and movement into a tapestry of grief, betrayal, and destiny. Their choreography blends lyrical pointe work with physical, almost sculptural, contemporary movement. A simple set of shifting white walls, designed by Soutra Gilmour, traps and releases the dancers, creating psychological intensity one moment and expansive space the next.

The production is rich in visual symbolism. Cabinets of curiosities act as both hiding places and portals; walls rise and fall like barriers of state; shadows transform dancers into spiders weaving the webs of their lives. Anouar Brissel’s projections are beautifully mapped across surfaces, while Bonnie Beecher’s lighting design is poetic and inventive, carving images of power and fragility. Costumes, too, flow seamlessly with the dancers’ movement — never ornamental, always integral.

Laplane and Bonas’s sense of dramatic storytelling ensures the work never drifts into abstraction. They create tension between characters, then expand it into group action charged with psychological weight. Themes of duality echo throughout: two queens, two crowns, black and white, snow and feathers, mother and son, past and future. A striking black-and-white pas de deux. Nothing is ever simple. Darnley and Rizzio dance a brotherly duet that evolves into a bro-mantic, then passionate, encounter. Boys being “boys” — choices that lead to tragic ends.

The company dances with precision and unity, moving like a murmuration of starlings — fluid, synchronised, yet alive with individuality. The seriousness of the subject never excludes joy. Bursts of Scottish identity punctuate the movement: a Highland fling erupts into the pointe work, playful steps lighten sombre passages, and even a regal walk becomes a witty parallel stroll en pointe or a bourrée on the knees while walking a wheeled dog. These touches bring levity without breaking the intensity.

The score, composed by Michael P. Atkinson and Mikael Karlsson, is itself a pas de deux. Classical and traditional styles collide with contemporary soundscapes, reflecting the complex interplay between history and the present. Conducted by Martin Yates and played with clarity and power, the music gives the production its heartbeat.

Mary, Queen of Scots, succeeds not just as a retelling of history but as a work of metaphor and resonance. It conveys the inexpressible: the loneliness of power, the fragility of legacy, the impossibility of reconciling opposites. Black and white never blend into grey; they remain in stark, unresolved tension.

By the close, many threads are drawn together with impressive coherence. Elizabeth looks back on her life, while James — the future king — steps forward into his reign. It is an ending that is both inevitable and moving.

Scottish Ballet has created a work of rare ambition: visually striking, musically daring, dramatically urgent. Mary, Queen of Scots, balances symbolism with storytelling, history with humanity. It is dance-theatre of the highest order — and a triumph.



MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS

Edinburgh International Festival

Reviewed on 16th August 2025 at Festival Theatre

by Louis Kavouras

Photography by Andy Ross

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE SHOW WITH MATT LEAZER

★★★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

THE SHOW WITH MATT LEAZER

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★★★

“Matt’s stage becomes a metaphor for life: a wild adventure, a poem we write to ourselves”

I was standing outside a venue when an artist handed me a flyer. Not just one of the countless leaflets scattered across the festival, but something different: this one had a poem, written by hand, stapled to it.

Racing against the clock to pad pockets

And unlock parts of myself that have been hiding in plain sight,

Confronting truths and lies.

Hiding on stage,

Surrounded by people during the day.

These changes in my heart,

I pray, they stop.

You learn a lot from artists who flyer.

Matt Leazer told me that on a trip to New York, a poet gave him a free poem. He kept it in his wallet for six years. When he eventually moved to the city, he stumbled upon the very same poet—the one whose words had changed his life. A single poem that shifted a man’s path. A poem that made him a poet. A poem that brought him to create a show at this year’s Fringe.

Matt Leazer steps on stage in a sharp blue suit and brown cowboy boots, golden curls falling around a warm, smiling face. He jokes that if this were a real talk show, there’d be a desk. A teleprompter. A house band in the back. Slick lights and big visuals. But Matt’s show doesn’t need any of that. It only really needs Matt.

Matt loves life.

Matt loves poetry.

Matt loves people.

Matt simply loves.

And it’s obvious from the start. That’s the recipe for this evening of joy, kindness, and laughter.

Guests he’s procured during the day appear, sharing curious fragments of their lives with Matt: avocados. geography lessons on Type-A men from Taipei. Boots made for walking. The men we sleep with just to play the new Indiana Jones video game. Anything can happen in the world of Matt Leazer, and he welcomes it all with grace and humour.

This self-described actor-poet-clown-director-sexpot-chocolate-giver believes in happy accidents. At one point, he asks the audience for their rubbish—the little bits and pieces cluttering their pockets. We hand them over, and Matt transforms them into something new, cleansing us of our everyday debris. Later, we ring his mum just to tell her we love her. And by the end, we call ourselves—to remind ourselves to navigate by love, to have faith, and to trust that everything will be alright. Matt’s stage becomes a metaphor for life: a wild adventure, a poem we write to ourselves.

The Fringe is hard. When I picked up my press pass, I stumbled across a mental wellness session for festival artists. It hit me: they just want to put on a show. To be seen. They want someone to notice them. They are poets who want to be heard.

Matt told me he just wanted to be reviewed. I wondered if he was talking to the orange press lanyard around my neck, did he notice that, or—like so many artists here—was he simply talking to the universe, saying: “I’m here. Look at me. See me.”

So, when you’re walking through the streets and an artist offers you a flyer, take one. Let them tell you about their show. Glance at it. Maybe even go. These performers work hard. They dream hard. They hope hard. They wonder if anyone will turn up. In a festival bursting with shows, is there enough audience to go around? Good question. Three artists told me this year they’re considering giving up their dreams. What?

Is there such a thing as the perfect Fringe show? I don’t know. I’ve spoken with so many artists trying to figure it out: what’s the magic ingredient that will catch attention, that will change everything?

And so we circle back to the eternal questions: What should theatre be? What comes next? What is the next next? What makes the greatest art?

I don’t have the answers. Perhaps those of us who’ve studied, watched, and read about theatre for decades are the worst people to ask. Art resists definition. It remains sublime, slippery, and unknowable.

What I do know is that Matt Leazer should make another show, find his house band, invite new guests, and show us more Matt. Because Matt Leazer is a poet and a human. The kind of person who hands you a poem, hoping it brightens your day—or even changes your life, the way a poem once changed his.

His show is special because, in truth, we’re all in our own version of The Show—searching for our house band and our theme tune, our guests, and looking for our lighting designer and special visual effects.

Tomorrow is another day.

Another day for a new poem.

Another chance to fall in love with life again.

To find the poetry we’ll keep in our pocket for six years.



THE SHOW WITH MATT LEAZER

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

Reviewed on 15th August 2025 at Forest Theatre at Greenside @ George Street

by Louis Kavouras

 

 

 

 

 

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