THE
TEMPEST
06.04.16
Whether
or not this is the Bard's farewell to the stage, it makes an ideal
envoi
to mark the end of Dominic Dromgoole's ten years at the helm of
Shakespeare's Globe.
In
the candlelit intimacy of the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse, there's room
for the story to unfold on many levels. The opening storm itself
gives a triple whammy. A model vessel against a hand-held wooden
ocean, then a riotous pitching deck, the mariners and their
passengers threatening to spill over into the audience. And finally
the echoes of the voices of the drowning calling down from the
galleries, for all the world like Captain Cat's shipmates in
Llareggub.
There's
plenty of knockabout fun from
the clowns Dominic
Rowan and Trevor Fox, supplementing Shakespeare's text with
quick-fire adlibs. Some of the Globe's best comic actors bring wry
humour to lesser roles too, notably Christopher Logan as Sebastian.
Fisayo
Akinade is
a fine, proud Caliban.
Tim
McMullan's Prospero is grave, with a rich voice matched
in gravitas by Joseph Marcel's Gonzago.
Not heard the poetry delivered so beautifully since Gielgud. He bids
farewell to Caliban and to Ariel, the earthly and the ethereal
aspects of his art, as he prepares to break his staff and drown his
book.
Pippa
Nixon is his Ariel [like the mariners, everywhere and nowhere in the
magical candlelight]
moving curiously through the mortals and along the parapet separating
pit from gallery. And his Miranda, Pheobe
Price, is a
credible
teenager, marvelling at the brave new world of men, including
Dharmesh Patel's excellent Ferdinand.
A
very enjoyable chamber Tempest, fun and fantastical by turns, with
all the hallmarks of Dromgoole's robust approach to his hero
Shakespeare, honouring the text while entertaining the playgoers.
Photograph: Marc Brenner
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