King Lear
Globe
That Face
Duke of York’s
Beau Jest
Hackney Empire
Every time I see Lear I discover something old. It must be at least two centuries since somebody first noticed that one of the many factors that make this titanic play unplayable is that the great speeches are delivered by a bearded geriatric in acute distress crawling about on his knees like a stricken bison. This rather affects the actor’s vocal projection. How he must wish, as he sobs his anguish into the boards, that he were playing Macbeth, Hamlet, Othello or Antony and were free to stride about the stage flinging the poetry to the back wall with measured passion and full-throated athleticism. Dominic Dromgoole’s decent, handsomely dressed production opens on a jarring note of humour.
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