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“Othello” at the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse

Last year, a version of Shakespeare’s tragedy with three actors taking the role of Iago was a theatrical highlight for me. Now we have two performers taking the title role in the play, a move masterminded by director Ola Ince. The idea works well, and the execution is superb. Unfortunately, other changes Ince has made are less successful.

Ken Nwosu takes the lead and is joined by Ira Mandela Siobhan as ‘Subconscious Othello’. It allows Nwosu to highlight references to how calm and controlled his character is – just one insightful touch in an intelligent performance. Meanwhile, what’s going on in Othello’s mind is revealed in a literal fashion. This subconscious self gets to speak, but the role is mostly about movement – the result is stunning. The emotions Siobhan conveys – with astonishing speed – cover huge ground. The murder scene is especially poignant, as this second Othello, wearing the suit from his wedding, is bruised and battered. It really is a brilliant conceit.

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Ralph Davis

Other ideas from Ince are just as bold. But while abridging the play is done well, additions and updates stumble. This Othello is in the Metropolitan Police, he is the ‘guvnor’, and he’s battling a gang. Trouble is, it all comes close to cliché. There’s a similar problem for Cassio when we learn he went to Eton, leading to an unhappy performance from Oli Higginson. Poppy Gilbert, who takes the role of Desdemona, ignores the fact she’s said to be from Chelsea and fares better. As for Iago, Ralph Davis’ performance in the role is powerful and entertaining. But might identifying this “demi-devil” as the only white working-class male around be misconstrued?

Of course, it would be strange if a director didn’t interpret Shakespeare. The intentions here are sincere and the concerns valid. But the implications aren’t explored enough. There’s nothing wrong with changes, but they feel rushed. Maybe more is needed? Not least to iron out incongruities. Religion in the play is ignored – why not get rid of references rather than leaving them there with the potential to distract? And why update only some, and not all, of the language?

Moments when the production jars disappoint, as so much of the action is controlled very well. The excellent music in the show plays a big part, with brilliant compositions by Renell Shaw. And the way police radios pick out the play’s racist phrases is a strong touch. Ince has an approach to scenes without dialogue that is fascinating. You might consider them as akin to montage – swift, insightful and exciting. It’s interesting to find such a cinematic approach in a space like this. But, with such a surfeit of ideas, a lot ends up getting lost.

Until 13 April 2024

www.shakespearesglobe.com

Photos by Johan Persson

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“Once On This Island” at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre

Summer theatre is off to a great, if chilly, start with this intriguing show for children. A 1990 piece with book and lyrics by Lynn Ahrens and music from Stephen Flaherty there are problems with Once On This Island. But the ambition is stirring, this production strong, and the lead performance superb.

The story is a fable set on a Caribbean Island with a peasant girl called Ti Moune falling in love and sacrificing herself for the much richer, and paler, Daniel. Once On This Island is very much her story, which is welcome. And it hopes to address serious issues as Colourism, stemming from Colonialism, is the prejudice that prevents romance.

Behind the edifying aims though, Ahrens work is frustrating. Admittedly, the accents in this production don’t help – it’s a struggle to work out what is being said. But the action, while simple, is confused: a group of tourists as a framing device is a distraction, a potted history of the Island comes too late, and Daniel’s life (and his actual fiancé) are thinly sketched.

In fact, all the characters are slim. Ti Moune’s adoptive parents have little to say or do (a shame given strong performances from Chris Jarman and Natasha Magigi). Even the Gods Ti Moune makes a wager with are pedestrian. Ti Moune herself is only appealing because of a star performance from Gabrielle Brooks. Worst of all is Daniel (despite another great performance from Stephenson Ardern-Sodje) whose only  big number surely offends all women including the one he is wooing! Daniel accepts his fate without question – which is original I suppose, maybe even realistic. But it is a mystery why Ti Moune is bothering with him.

The score is much better and very easy on the ear. It’s the music, rather than the lyrics, that provide all the emotion – romance, tension, and humour. And the music makes sure the show is entertaining. The cast responds with gusto.

Director Ola Ince has clear ideas making sure the action holds attention. Georgia Lowe’s design has surprises that belie its simplicity while Melissa Simon-Hartman costumes are a highlight. Brooks is the secret though – with a fantastically powerful voice that commands the whole auditorium her singing gives the show the sense of gravitas that it really wants.

Until 11 June 2023

www.openairtheatre.com

Photos by Marc Brenner

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“Is God Is” at the Royal Court Theatre

Whether young, middle-aged or old, the women in Aleshea Harris’ play are tired. Traumatised, abused, abandoned – or all three – what drives them is anger. Revenge and rage take their toll, but for the 90-minute duration of Is God Is they create an exhilarating piece – it’s the characters and not the audience who are exhausted.

A hit in New York, the play is a good fit for the Royal Court, where we expect to see the engaging of big themes and explorations of dialogue and theatrical form. And we’re used to a dark sense of humour, which this play takes to an extreme. Is God Is succeeds all round and stands out as original.

Harris’ use of dialect and characters’ deliberate inarticulacy is sophisticated. There are influences from hip-hop and Afropunk (excuse my ignorance – I’m trusting the back of the script on that). But the blunt statements and a new level of deadpan understatement make this murderous revenge story very funny.

As for form, the road trip that twins Racine and Anaia embark on engages with movies as much as the theatre. It’s an Americana tour from the “dirty South” to a not-so-wild West that ends with a showdown. The acceptance of a circle of violence is seldom questioned – as in a movie – which is surprisingly unsettling on stage. In her mad mash-up of Cain and Abel with an inverted sacrifice of Isaac, Harris isn’t scared to create a satire of biblical proportions.

Serious subjects? The title is hardly subtle. The twins’ long-missing mother is immediately and inexplicably identified as God. And ‘She’ issues the mission of murdering their father! Harris makes sure we question free will and plays with plenty of excuses for all kinds of inexcusable behaviour. Messages and morals are skilfully slippery, and audience complicity in blood lust manipulated. For all that praise, the larger motives behind Is God Is get lost.

Firstly, some especially vivid characters prove distracting. This isn’t an even-handed issue. With the men in the show the best we get is Mark Monero’s crisp father (who only appears in the penultimate scene). But the women in the play are – in every sense – fantastic. Both Cecilia Noble and Vivienne Acheampong, two very different kinds of mothers, have great roles that they develop marvellously. More of Acheampong’s Angie would be welcome: this bored housewife, who has her own plans, adds to the mix immeasurably. As for the leads – Tamara Lawrance and Adelayo Adedayo – are barely off the stage and don’t so much hold attention as grab and throttle it: “hard end” Racine and the emotional Anaia are a consistent, entertaining and invigorating pair.

Despite the bizarre premise and having its tongue firmly in its cheek (it really is funny) Is God Is triumphs with its plotting. How old fashioned! Ola Ince’s direction, and a set full of fun and signposts from Chloe Lamford, make this bloody journey breakneck. No matter how crazy, the story is driven impeccably. Gory and tense as well as sometimes silly makes for a fascinating and memorable production.

Until 23 October 2021

www.royalcourttheatre.com

Photos by Tristram Kenton

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"Appropriate" at the Donmar Warehouse

Newly appointed artistic director Michael Longhurst has his first big find for the Donmar with this excellent play by American writer Branden Jacobs-Jenkins. The production is impeccably directed by Ola Ince with a precise hand which complements the depth of the script. Set over a fraught weekend, as the Lafayette siblings fight over the sale of their family home, the play looks at legacy – historical, financial and emotional – hitting on important themes. But Jacobs-Jenkins has a steely eye on the present and his touch is comic. Appropriate is a smart satire, all about behaviour far from befitting. But first of all this is a play with real belly laughs – a super strong comedy not to be missed.

The former plantation house, containing some trigger warning trash, serves as an appropriate location to consider ghosts from the past. Ince provides the spookiness suggested in the text superbly. A hint of horror amongst the comedy adds fun but is also a warning note: no matter how bad things get, a house with its own slave graveyard has seen worse. In the present, and without catastrophising – there’s plenty of that from the privileged characters – the Layfayette’s make a sorry lot. When they see a chance to profit they rush to take it. With questions of appropriation left aside. Meanwhile, the hang-ups and addictions of three generations crowd the stage. It’s quite the crisis for what used to be the elite; as we move from family drama to state of the nation play, dysfunctional is the word.

Monica Dolan, Steven Mackintosh and Edward Hogg in Appropriate
Monica Dolan, Steven Mackintosh and Edward Hogg

These “misfit disaster people” are awful enough to get a lot of laughs; prepare to gasp at what they say when their blood is up. But Jacobs-Jenkins makes sure none of them are irredeemable. There’s a reason for older brother Bo’s greed and Steven Mackintosh’s performance in the part carefully shows us a man under pressure. Meanwhile Edward Hogg, as prodigal son Frank, is appealingly offbeat – until how much of a delinquent he really was is revealed. As their partners, Jaimi Barbakoff and Tafline Steen both excel with themes of nurture and motherhood, flipping from sensible concerns to exaggerated fads. Both characters are sources of fun – sensitive, privileged and modish, they’re easy to mock – but the women can hold their own. No matter how silly or objectionable the opinions shouted by all, it’s not easy to dismiss these people

Ahead of them all is big sister Toni, both formidable and fragile. It’s the role of a lifetime for Monica Dolan who impresses with every line. Toni is “disgusting” plenty of times – rude, racist, overbearing and oversensitive. But there’s no doubt that she has borne the brunt of looking after the family and her father. Sharp as a knife and nearly always funny, with her common sense up against political correctness (always popular), Toni has the play’s most moving moments too.

Plenty of theories and trends meet the messiness of real life here, which proves emotional as well as entertaining. The characters’ pain always convinces and causes us to pause. Since everyone is selfish, it’s harder to take sides than you might think. Jacobs-Jenkins makes us laugh and leaves us thinking, as you try to work out if anyone is ever acting appropriately. And what your proper response to what you’re watching should be.

Until 5 October 2019

www.donmarwarehouse.com

Photos by Marc Brenner

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“The Convert” at the Young Vic

Trying to tackle colonialism and religion, along with sexism and education, could easily overwhelm a play. But this assured work from Danai Gurira, directed with inspired steps by Ola Ince, takes all these big topics in its elegant stride.

The key to success might come from specificity: the play focuses on the distinctly Catholic experience of a single woman, Jekesai, alongside the history of one uprising in the Zimbabwe of 1896. The characters are all local and their culture is explored in detail, with complex results that are rich and satisfying. It’s an in-depth look, from many angles, complemented perfectly by the decision to stage the show in the round.

Letitia Wright makes Jekesai’s conversion believable – and that she sees the opportunity for power and representation through religion is an exciting spin, as Christianity literally saves her from a marriage of convenience. Quickly becoming the protégé of Mr Clifford, who aspires to be a priest, this is a central relationship that’s as moving as it is layered. Clifford is given a superb realisation by Paapa Essiedu. Full of repression and conviction, for all his weaknesses he’s a hero of sorts. With the pair seen as collaborators of the colonists, and therefore targets, the theme of religious persecution is given a forceful twist. Two strong female characters accentuate the complexities of locating dissent. Pamela Nomvete plays a servant who pays only lip service to her master’s religion, while Luyanda Unati Lewis-Nyawo is the blue-stocking Miss Prudence ready to provide a feminist perspective.

The one exception to a generally old-fashioned feel is to include a lot of a local language, which highlights linguicism with great dramatic skill. Gurira bolsters the point, again skilfully, with the Queen’s English that the play’s westernised characters speak. There’s humour in mistakes in syntax and endearing precision, but the connection between power and language is clear and thought-provoking. The struggle with speaking is one of many carefully developed investigations of imperialism. But views never feel forced on characters (true a “signifier” slips in once) and a believably late Victorian feel indicates thorough research alongside theoretical thinking.

Among all the issues, Gurira hasn’t forgotten the basics, and The Convert is a well-crafted, traditional piece. There’s a set of strong characters that the performers get their teeth into and a powerful plot that builds tension marvellously. In short, it’s a gripping story about people you really care for.

Until 26 January 2019

www.youngvic.org

Photo by Marc Breener