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“Othello” at the Theatre Royal Haymarket

David Harewood as Shakespeare’s jealous general proves reason enough to see this new production from director Tom Morris. Having first played the part in 1997, Harewood has a special kind of experience. He is an imposing figure, presenting a dignified leader whose downfall increases in tragedy because of how inexplicable it is. Harewood is flawless. And Morris doesn’t exactly make mistakes. But this production is a strangely tepid affair and, overall, underwhelming.

Continuing the star casting, having Toby Jones as Iago is exciting and his performance is interesting. Leaning into a comic edge for the character is unusual. Iago’s wickedness can be funny (Tom Burn benefits as the dupe Roderigo). And the jokes suit Jones, who also uses an affable persona to good effect – you can see why people trust “honest Iago”. The laughter is too contagious though; there isn’t enough evil or fear around this “demi-devil”. Morris might want to emphasise chance and opportunism – Iago’s sexual jealousy is left out – but this aim is not clear enough.

There are more problems. While none of the acting is disastrous, too much is lukewarm. Caitlin Fitzgerald tries hard to focus on Desdemona’s independence which is, arguably, at odds with much of the text. This Desdemona is far too confident and worldly-wise. It becomes hard to imagine her putting up with much from a husband so the chemistry is lacking. Luke Treadaway’s Cassio is more a plot point than a person and Peter Guinness’ strange sounding Brabantio difficult to understand.

Morris keeps the action quick and that doesn’t leave much room for tension to build. There is help from PJ Harvey with the music, some swanky projections from Nina Dunn and admirable lighting design from Rich Howell. But none of it is used quite enough to make it memorable. More specifically, while the production does pick up, the starting point is timid so impact lacking. 

The death bed scene is strong – Harwood and Fitzgerald are both excellent. And Vinette Robinson’s barnstorming Emilia, an impassioned performance, comes close to stealing the show. It seems appropriate that at the end, her face is projected the same size as Desdemona. But these stylish touches don’t add up to a production that is more than the sum of its parts. It is Harewood’s justified confidence in the role, his beautiful delivery of the verse, that towers above all else.

Until 17 January 2026

www.othelloonstage.com/

Photo by Brinkhoff/Moegenburg

“Emilia” at Shakespeare’s Globe

Ostensibly an historical biography of poet and proto-feminist Emilia Bassano, playwright Morgan Lloyd Malcolm and her director Nicole Charles have current times very much in mind for a play that’s about sexism and racism.

The key move is to use the fact that little is known about Bassano. If the name rings a bell, it’s as the reputed ‘dark lady’ of Shakespeare’s sonnets: the casting takes this literally to examine prejudices suffered due to race as well as gender. The wish is to reclaim women and minorities in history, and the result is unashamedly political.

The language alone tells you the target is the here and now. There’s talk of positions of privilege and mansplaining and, when it comes to dancing, they “slay”. Lloyd Morgan’s many eloquent turns of phrase include a motif of “uprooted growth” for Bassano’s African origins: a heritage that means she is used as a “curiosity” at court – a double whammy of abuse.

We get not one but three Emilias, who are all impressive. Led by a magisterial Clare Perkins, there are strong performances from Vinette Robinson and Leah Harvey, who work together to take us through the character’s life.

Leah Harvey and Charity Wakefield

The all-female ensemble supports with vigour in a variety of roles, most entertainingly when taking on male parts. Sophie Russell’s Lord Howard is great, with a brilliant dash of Lord Flashheart from Blackadder. And we get to meet Will Shakespeare himself – a delicious performance from Charity Wakefield – who gets a poor rap considering he’s one reason we’re all sitting on the Southbank. Appropriating some of Bassano’s lines, he’s part of the problem, saved only by being amusingly ineffectual. Emilia is specially commissioned for The Globe, a scene is set in the theatre and Charles uses the space superbly – maybe the chance to resist bardolatry was irresistible.

It seems safe to say Lloyd Malcolm hopes to stir debate. Uncomfortable parallels with Elizabethan immigration policy are leapt on and Emilia’s wish for a “voice” is a recurring theme. There are some problems: religion is mostly omitted and considering class brings a lot of trouble. Emilia comes to see her own privilege and, as is de rigueur, has to be reminded that victimhood isn’t a competition by a circle of sisterly support, Yet with the working-class women Emilia befriends, somewhat miraculously, we are in tarts-with-hearts territory too quickly.

This is an openly angry affair and that may turn some people off. Yet the sense that theatre can do something, a calling to account and an empowerment, is sincere and moving. But it does have an unfortunate consequence. The play destines itself to fail as biography: the action is too brief, taking on too many key moments (a baby daughter’s death feels especially truncated), when fewer might have been addressed in more depth. The result is little sense of Emilia as an individual. The character can’t get away from the – always admirable – arguments. You can cheer along with many of the sentiments, but is there a question that Emilia is merely being used all over again?

Until 1 September 2018

www.shakespearesglobe.com

Photos by Helen Murray

“Hamlet” at the Young Vic

There have been lots of Hamlets: it seems that the character is infinite in variety as well as faculty, and it’s easy to imagine the pressure to come up with something different. Director Ian Rickson’s angle at the Young Vic Theatre is to stage the play in a lunatic asylum, an insane idea that not only adds nothing to the play, but actually severely detracts from it.

Of all the different productions of Hamlet one can think of, one constant remains intact – the equivocation concerning Hamlet’s sanity that is so central to the text. Not only is this dramatic, it goes to the heart of Shakespeare’s search for Hamlet’s humanity. Rickson simply abandons this question: his Hamlet is an inmate. Clearly schizophrenic (he adopts the persona of his father), he is reduced from an everyman to a madman

Straitjacketing the text into the concept produces inconsistencies too numerous to mention, from the trivial (it’s an odd asylum that lets its inmates play with swords) to the essential – if Hamlet is merely delusional, why is a supernatural presence suggested anyway? If you can remain calm in the face of all this you might enjoy the production’s attempts to get around these problems, albeit problems of its own making. Jeremy Herbert’s design is impressive – it even includes a pre-show ‘tour’ where the audience walks backstage to acquaint itself with the institution. It’s big – but it isn’t clever. Indeed, by the end of the show it is quite literally dumb with Fortinbras reduced to hand signals to reveal Rickson’s final ‘twist’.

Some benefit from all this stupidity: Michael Gould is convincing as a more prominent than usual Polonius, and Vinette Robinson is moving as a Ophelia who seems at home in this madhouse. But the majority of characters suffer: the move from King to councillor is too much of a demotion for the role of Claudius, and James Clyde is wasted in the part, while Gertrude is reduced to a spaced-out victim – it isn’t clear if she is an inmate or not.

The greatest loss though is Michael Sheen in the title role. A talented actor, always magnetic on stage, it is clear from his powerful soliloquies what a great Hamlet he could have been. Trapped inside Ian Rickson’s concept, he is denied the chance. This is the real tragedy of the evening.

Until 21 January 2011

www.youngvic.org

Written 11 November 2011 for The London Magazine