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“The Duchess [of Malfi]” at the Trafalgar Theatre

It’s hard to add to a Jacobean tragedy – they are already… extra. Zinnie Harris, who has adapted and directed John Webster’s revenge play, gives it a good go. There are flaws here, but also lots of ideas. It’s a blunt, brisk affair, but always interesting.

Webster took a character as his title, and the production boasts a star in the lead. Jodie Whittaker, playing the recently widowed noblewoman who falls in love with her steward, is great and clearly relishes the show’s intensity.

Harris, however, focuses on her ensemble and the result is mixed. Decisions will fascinate those that know the original play – who kills who is tweaked – but run the danger of being confusing. Harris senses the problem and projects character names on to the stage. This help is welcome, but it feels as if the action is being set up for too long. There are benefits to giving each character their due. The theme of servitude comes into focus: the hired killer, Bosola, and Cariola, the maid, are highlighted and Jude Owusu and Matti Houghton, who take these roles, really shine. Romance also does well: Joel Fry’s Antonio (another servant) is appealing and is given more to do than in the original.

The cutesy chemistry between Whittaker and Fry is odd, but effective. We feel for both when it comes to their separation. As for the punishment the Duchess suffers – for her secret marriage and children – the production is appropriately horrific, albeit effortful. Of course, scenes of torture are going to be difficult to watch. But surely discomfort needn’t come from the sound design. When the Duchess is deprived of sleep by the playing of loud noise, the production becomes – literally – painful.

Things get better. Bringing the Duchess, and other characters who suffer a similar fate, back the stage as ghosts is a great move – suitably spooky and leading to more fine moments from Whittaker. The trouble is that your ears might still be ringing.

Not all of the production’s problems down to Harris. Updating the language to use a lot of expletives is brave and forceful. It’s a shame it results in a lot of giggles from the audience. But the biggest issue is Webster’s villains – the Duchess’ brothers. Paul Ready, as the Cardinal, is effectively repulsive (and the twist on the murder of his mistress a stroke of genius). But emphasising the character’s knowing hypocrisy makes the role flat. It’s even worse for Ferdinand, who is simply a psychopath. Rory Fleck Byrne is good in the role (he is genuinely scary) but there’s too little descent into madness and the insanity is extravagant. With so many changes to the play, why keep the idea of him being a werewolf? Of course, it’s tough to take the brothers’ warped justifications and outrage over their sister seriously. But Harris doesn’t even allow us to entertain their reasoning and loses too much tension as a result.

Until 20 December 2024

www.theduchessplay.com

Photo by Marc Brenner

“How To Hold Your Breath” at the Royal Court

Zinnie Harris’ new play, How To Hold Your Breath, may sound like it provides answers but instead is ambitiously determined to raise questions. A future financial apocalypse is envisaged and a woman has an affair with the devil, in a work combining current affairs and questions of worth in a puzzling fashion. A modern morality play, with a Faustian twist, it’s a work that intrigues but doesn’t satisfy.

The set up has the confident liberal Dana, clumsily presented as an arch capitalist, enduring the traumatic breakdown of European civilisation. At the start it seems Dana’s mistake was to have a one night stand with a demon – and refuse payment when he mistakes her for a prostitute. Then we see Dana is naïve about the world and human nature. There’s humour in the play’s ridiculous moments but any message or satire is far too blunt.

Directed in workmanlike fashion by Vicky Featherstone, even strong acting can’t save the night. Maxine Peake takes the lead giving a magnetic performance of fantastic stamina and adding a depth to Dana that holds the whole play together. Michael Shaeffer is charismatic as the demon and Christine Bottomley superb as Dana’s sister, who joins a desperate descent through a disintegrating Europe. There’s also a librarian who pops up along the way, played by Peter Forbes, who offers self help books to Dana. I am not sure why.

When Harris strikes an emotional chord it’s powerful, the language and imagery unforgettable (black semen…thanks Zinnie). Dana’s devotion to her sister is moving and a scene of miscarriage harrowing. There’s almost a nasty edge to the play’s relentlessness. Events get grimmer and grimier and the result too predictable. By the end, one of the librarian’s instructional books is entitled Which Charity You Should Give To To Make You Feel Better, so it’s clear we should be feeling pretty bad about our self indulgent lives. As for How To Get A Good Seat In The Theatre? Ouch. A gamble, that, with the all too obvious answer – pick a good play for a start.

Until 21 March 2015

www.royalcourttheatre.com