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King Lear

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Wyndham’s Theatre

KING LEAR at Wyndham’s Theatre

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King Lear

“an approachable and nothing-to-fear Lear”

Kenneth Branagh acts in and directs this welcome West End Shakespearean production. Compressed into two hours and performed without an interval, this is an approachable and nothing-to-fear Lear. When on stage, Branagh leads from the front, always at the centre with an arc of supporting characters around him. The direction is sparse, a long succession of comings and goings between characters, often carrying letters to be delivered or discovered.

An extended opening scene before any dialogue is spoken places us in ancient Britain. A dramatic tribal dance (Aletta Collins Choreographer), a Pagan ceremony perhaps, with much thumping of staffs in which King Lear (Branagh) appears dressed in animal furs, his staff held high.

The set is a visual delight (Jon Bausor set and costume designer): A semi-circle of monoliths set to the rear that morph between representations of Neolithic standing stones and Dover’s white cliffs. Above the stage is a huge astral disc. Light and projection brilliantly lifts and lowers the mood (Paul Keogan Lighting Designer, Nina Dunn Projection Designer). Darkness is used to great effect, especially in the storm scene and to represent Gloucester’s blindness.

“Allowing the text to breathe, he gives every consonant its full importance”

It is a reliable-enough performance from Branagh, whilst we may question if he acts old enough or mad enough for the role. Above everything, his Shakespearean diction is exemplary. Allowing the text to breathe, he gives every consonant its full importance. This style may no longer be to everyone’s taste but it works well here and dually provides a working lesson to the supporting cast of RADA alumni around him.

There is little time to get to know the other characters. Goneril (Deborah Alli) and Regan (Melanie-Joyce Bermudez) are both cold and spiteful with little to love in either of them. Jessica Revell brings out delightfully the loving and empathic side of wronged Cordelia but appears less comfortable in her double role as the zither-strumming Fool.

The half-brothers Edmund (Corey Mylchreest) and Edgar (Doug Colling) are admirably chalk and cheese. Edmund is rugged, hirsute, greasy and grimy but played by Mylchreest a little too close to pantomime villain at times. Edgar is the clean-shaven, boy-next-door. Colling provides the scene of the night as he guides his blinded father Gloucester (the excellent Joseph Kloska) in the guise of Poor Tom.

An exhilarating concluding battle scene (Bret Yount) is a mirror of the opening tribal dance but this time with a real fear of danger as the staffs are whirled as weapons.

Kenneth Branagh makes the stage his own in his final scene, cradling the body of Cordelia in his arms. As Lear’s last words stick in his throat, we witness an horrific, silent scream. Pure, perfect theatre.


KING LEAR at Wyndham’s Theatre

Reviewed on 28th October 2023

by Phillip Money

Photography by Johan Persson

 

 

 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

Oklahoma! | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | February 2023
Life of Pi | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | November 2021

King Lear

King Lear

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Youth Without God

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The Coronet Theatre

Youth Without God

Youth Without God

The Coronet Theatre

Reviewed – 24th October 2019

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“HorvΓ‘th’s story oozes dread and suspense, both of which were lacking this evening”

 

Christopher Hampton, the West-End’s go-to translator whose adaptation of Florian Zeller’s β€œThe Son” is currently playing at the Duke of York’s Theatre, has turned his hand to Γ–dΓΆn von HorvΓ‘th’s 1938 novella β€œYouth Without God” (β€˜Jugend ohne Gott’). First published the year of his untimely death, HorvΓ‘th’s novella is a stunning meditation on complicity and justice under the early years of Nazi rule in Germany. Hampton has been faithful to a fault, in a way that leaves this production feeling a little lacking.

Originally a first-person narrative, we follow the nameless Teacher (Alex Waldmann) whose class of teenage schoolboys are introduced as hot-headed, propaganda-spurting youths. After trying to oust their teacher for his insistence that β€œAfricans are humans too”, the boys are sent off with him for military training in the mountains. Free to roam the woods, one boy (Raymond Anum) begins a clandestine affair with a young orphaned girl (Anna Munden), and events quickly spiral out of control with one classmate ending up with a stone to the temple (Malcolm Cumming) and the other on trail for his life.

All this is told ostensibly from the teacher’s perspective, using narration and reported speech to detail the events. This would not be a problem, but Waldmann’s fairly under-energised performance means he doesn’t quite bring us on side, and he remains an impassive and emotionally stunted character throughout. Hampton has translated great swathes of text for the Teacher, but more needs to be worked out between writer, director and actor to differentiate between narrated and lived-in moments. Why is the Teacher speaking to us at all? Knowing the book, the translation feels a little unimaginative at times. As a published text, fine. On stage? It gets quite dry.

Director Stephanie Mohr has some intriguing ideas that feel blocked by a heavy and dominant text. Chalkboards frame the stage and become trees, doors and a canvas for the boys and their teacher to write on. Dolls’ heads and school chairs end up littering the stage, but much of the business comes across as style over substance. The eleven-strong cast seems a bit over the top, given that three actors play multiple roles while the others get away with one. David Beames stands out for offering a dose of energetic oddness amongst the doom and gloom.

Taken altogether, the potential of the text is sadly left drifting in this production. HorvΓ‘th’s story oozes dread and suspense, both of which were lacking this evening. Some moments had potential to shock and disturb, but the overwhelming emotion at the end of the night is a shrug rather than a shudder.

 

Reviewed by Joseph Prestwich

Photography by Tristram Kenton

 


Youth Without God

The Coronet Theatre until 19th October

 

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:
The Outsider | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | September 2018
Love Lies Bleeding | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | November 2018
A Christmas Carol | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | December 2018
The Dead | β˜…β˜…β˜… | December 2018
The Lady From The Sea | β˜…β˜… | February 2019
The Glass Piano | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | April 2019
Remember Me: Homage to Hamlet | β˜…β˜… | June 2019
The Decorative PotentialΒ Of Blazing Factories (Film) | β˜…β˜…β˜… | June 2019
Three Italian Short Stories | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | June 2019
Winston Vs Churchill | β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜… | June 2019

 

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