The new artistic director of the National Theatre is Indhu Rubasingham, who this weekend told the Sunday Times what to expect from her tenure. Now hang on to your hats, because it’s bold, exciting and unexpected stuff.
No, don’t be silly, of course it isn’t. It’s utterly ordinary, bog-standard, progressive-establishment rubbish. But you will, I’m afraid, need to hang on to your breakfast when I reveal the exciting programme Rubasingham has lined up for the nation. I hereby state that I will not be legally liable for any crinjuries (injuries resulting from cringe) which are sustained by readers who go further than this point. You have been warned.
There is to be a ‘staging of Euripides great tragedy The Bacchae.
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