It’s the usual old muddle. You take a Shakespeare classic and you time-travel it to an alien century, usually the present one, which has no connection with its historic setting. The plan, we’re always told, is to generate that supremely irrelevant attribute, ‘relevance’.
Director Dominic Cooke has fast-forwarded The Comedy of Errors to modern London and I have to confess it works extremely well.
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