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AS YOU LIKE IT RADICAL RETELLING



Edinburgh International Festival

AS YOU LIKE IT RADICAL RETELLING

Edinburgh International Festival

“The movement of the piece is clumsy: clichés, borrowed gestures that feel appropriated rather than considered”

We enter a jewel-box theatre. Birds chirp, a troubadour sings. The red drape, gold fringe, and footlights evoke a sense of tradition. But the question lingers: will this truly be a radical retelling? Calling something radical sets expectations.

Shakespeare is always ripe for reinvention; few modern productions dust off the doublet and tights. Most of the chunky medallions on chains look better on drag queens in contemporary theatre than on Hamlet.

Eight minutes late, actor–playwright Cliff Cardinal walks on. Nervous, he tells us he was born on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota and grew up in Canada. Pine Ridge is one of the poorest areas of the United States. We are not told this.

Cardinal has been asked to do a land acknowledgement – but here, in Scotland? Who are we acknowledging – the Picts? He adds that this acknowledgement contains all the Easter eggs for the performance. We listen carefully.

Except it isn’t really an acknowledgement at all. It’s a stand-up: part confession, mostly provocation. Cardinal admits he dislikes land acknowledgements, calling them pointless. He riffs on stolen land, privilege, and trauma. It feels like rough, unpolished Fringe material. At thirteen minutes, I realise this may not be Shakespeare at all. Perhaps a radical not-telling of As You Like It. I was right.

Fifteen minutes in, someone leaves. The actor notes it. More leave at twenty-five, thirty, and thirty-five minutes. Audience unease grows. Some are thrilled, others distinctly not. This is not the theatre we expected with a proscenium arch. It is certainly not the safe, cathartic theatre space Aristotle once praised.

We are told we are privileged, that our buildings were built with blood. We hear about intergenerational trauma versus wealth, about allies who do nothing, about oil, history, and religion. It is scattershot: fragments, half-thoughts, provocations. He forgets lines, wanders off stage, and re-enters. Each exit or fall out of character is another chance to escape. More do.

By forty minutes, the house lights are cut – perhaps because walk-outs were anticipated. I’m sure they were. The performance begins to feel like a test: who will stay, who will resist?

An older man with a cane tries to leave. He protests that he feels tricked. He has trouble leaving, and Cardinal supporters in the audience shout the audience member down with expletives and “Get Out.” I’m suddenly in that play we read in middle school, where a group condemns and stones one of themselves. You know the one. And I wonder, is this the thing that fixes the atrocities of the past?

Once the old man has gone, Cardinal claims he was frightened of him, and thanks those who defended him, leaving others to be condemned silently. All of this feels staged. Frightened by the old man, the one with the cane who could hardly walk out of the theatre and worked hard to get into it?

More people trickle out. The academic beside me, weary after a day of writing with only one paragraph to show for it, came hoping for Shakespeare. Instead, she left, perhaps to read some at home.

The movement of the piece is clumsy: clichés, borrowed gestures that feel appropriated rather than considered. When the curtain finally rises at Cardinal’s command, it reveals nothing but lighting rigs and boxes. Another contrivance. The performance is Cardinal himself. He tells us there is no As You Like It. That it was all a dupe. That he has never read Shakespeare’s play.

It ends with stories of his family, whom he describes as bad-assed survivors. Aren’t we all? At least we survived this performance.

Reviewing such a show, one is tempted to do as Cardinal did: talk about something else and avoid the task at hand. Crow’s Theatre and Cliff Cardinal’s As You Like It: A Radical Retelling is neither radical nor a retelling nor Shakespeare. The marketing promised Shakespeare with a ruff – classic yet fresh. It is neither. Cardinal himself says, “If you don’t like it, ask for a refund. And don’t tell anyone what happened tonight.”

Perhaps he wants to trick tomorrow’s audience, too. But honesty would have been more radical than misdirection – especially when dealing with such important themes.

My advice? Take the refund. Stay home. Read the Bard. Tell yourself the story you want to hear – and think about how to make the world better.



AS YOU LIKE IT RADICAL RETELLING

Edinburgh International Festival

Reviewed on 20th August 2025 at Church Hill Theatre

by William Shakespeare – The Bard who was not heard. Two can play at Cardinal’s game.

Photography by Dahlia Katz

 

 

 

 

 

 

AS YOU LIKE IT RADICAL

AS YOU LIKE IT RADICAL

AS YOU LIKE IT RADICAL

MACBETH

★★★★

Bread and Roses Theatre

MACBETH

Bread and Roses Theatre

★★★★

“The atmosphere is not built with materials, but with sound, silence, and breath”

On a stark, shadow-drenched stage, Macbeth breathes again – visceral, raw, and chillingly relevant. This stripped-back production brings Shakespeare’s tragedy into the present with terrifying clarity, proving that ambition, guilt, and power never go out of fashion. There are no elaborate sets, no grandiose costumes, only two actors, their voices, their presence, and the weight of one of the most haunting plays ever written.

Ant Henson and Martha Ibbotson deliver performances of remarkable intensity and intelligence. Together, they inhabit a multitude of roles with seamless dexterity, shifting personas with only the subtlest changes in posture, tone, and gaze. Their chemistry on stage is magnetic, and their understanding of the text runs deep. At times, it feels like Macbeth and Lady Macbeth are not just being portrayed, but lived. Shakespeare would no doubt recognise his words in their mouths, and perhaps even nod in approval at the fearless urgency with which they resurrect his work.

This is theatre reduced to its purest form. With no props or scenery to rely on, the setting is conveyed entirely through the text. The actors’ words become the landscape: we see the misty highlands of Scotland, the candlelit corridors of Dunsinane, and the eerie, wind-swept heath where the witches deliver their fateful prophecies, all summoned through Shakespeare’s language and the evocative delivery of the performers. The atmosphere is not built with materials, but with sound, silence, and breath.

Produced by Most Rare Vision, this minimalist masterpiece is supported by the precise and evocative work of Shelton Wong on sound and lighting. The lights do not simply illuminate, they sculpt the space, casting long shadows and sudden bursts of intensity that mirror the psychological descent of the characters.

A nod also goes to associate producer Emma Louise-Price for her contribution behind the scenes, helping bring the vision to the stage with care and clarity.

This Macbeth is not a comfortable experience, and it shouldn’t be. It’s a visceral, lean, and emotionally charged retelling that strips the story to its bloody core. The result is a chillingly modern portrait of human ambition and ruin. It doesn’t just retell Shakespeare’s tale; it reclaims it for today.

 

Bread and Roses Theatre

Reviewed on 27th May 2025

by Beatrice Morandi

Photography by Barbara Szente

 

 


 

 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

SOBRIETY ON THE ROCKS | ★★★★ | July 2022

 

MACBETH

MACBETH

MACBETH