The Almeida launches its six-month season devoted to ancient Greek drama with Robert Icke's daring and deeply disquieting free adaptation of the Oresteia.
How do you stop a seemingly endless cycle of tit-for-tat killings? How do you contain the revenge principle within a system of judicial process and democratic order? Icke's version – transplanted to a generic 21st century and performed on a minimalist set by Hildegard Bechtler of sliding screens that creepily shift between translucent and opaque - tackles the questions raised by Aeschylus's great trilogy in a fiercely fresh manner that takes nothing for granted and purposefully leaves you plagued by doubts rather than placated by any sense of catharsis at the end of its 3 ¾ hours running time.
The proceedings conform to the basic template of blood cascading from one generation to the next. But the act that initiates this - Agamemnon's killing of his daughter Iphigenia in order to wage the Trojan War - is expanded by Icke from a back story embedded in the first chorus of the original into a superb drama in its own right. The pain and horror of this triggering murder are heightened by the atmosphere of doomed domesticity in a production where the ritual of a fractious family dinner is one of the configurations that echo eerily down the years. Angus Wright's rangey, conscience-racked Agamemnon is clearly a devoted father and I don't think I have ever felt the agony of his dilemma more keenly than here where, prevailed on to sacrifice Iphigenia for the higher good, he dandles the trusting little girl on his knee while she's plied with a hushed-up fatal overdose.
Theatre highlights of 2015
Theatre highlights of 2015
1/7 Hamlet - Barbican
The advance sales broke records, but there will be 100 £10 tickets held back for each day’s performance of the most hotly anticipated classical production of the year: Benedict Cumberbatch as Shakespeare’s brainiest hero, directed by Lyndsey (Chimerica) Turner.
2/7 Bend it Like Beckham - Phoenix Theatre
Gurinder Chadha directs a musical adaptation of her film about a Sikh girl who defies her family for football, scored by Howard Goodall. We’re promised a celebratory state-of-the-nation comedy.
3/7 Hard Problem - National Theatre
The Hard Problem is consciousness in Tom Stoppard’s first new play for nine years. It’s set in a brain science institute and directed by Nicholas Hytner, who steps down at the National Theatre after a glorious reign, in April.
4/7 The Hook - Royal & Derngate
To celebrate the Arthur Miller centenary, James Dacre directs a world premiere, adapted by Ron Hutchinson from Miller’s FBI-suppressed screenplay about mobsters in the dockyards of 1950s Brooklyn.
5/7 Farinelli and the King - Sam Wanamaker Playhouse
Mark Rylance stars in this fascinating real-life story, dramatised by his wife Claire van Kampen, about Philippe V of Spain and the castrato whose voice cured him of insomnia and despair.
6/7 Antigone - Barbican and King's Theatre
The visionary Flemish director Ivo van Hove brings us Sophocles’s great tragedy in a modern version starring Juliette Binoche.
7/7 The Vote -Donmar Warehouse
James Graham aims for a media coup with his drama set in a fictional London polling booth in the last 90 minutes of Election Day 2015. The run culminates in a live broadcast on More4 on the day.
At the same time, Icke questions the patriarchal assumptions of the trilogy that ends in a law court where men are inherently favoured and the killing of a mother is deemed less culpable than the slaughter of a husband. The adaptation complicates the issue by a framing device of having the matricidal son Orestes (a thoughtfully anguished Luke Thompson) reconstruct his memory of events for a therapeutic inquisitor. The evidence is shown to be disputed and fragmentary in the resulting dream-like trial but, though he's acquitted on a casting vote, this Orestes, released into bewildering freedom, knows that he's not innocent.
Jessica Brown Findlay, of Downton Abbey fame, is an arresting Electra, strickenly musing on the dimensions of her paternal loss: “I imagine him and the sheer, sharp size of how gone he is”.
But the towering performance of the evening comes from Lia Williams as Klytemnestra. She shows you the terrible nervous strain of the years of smiling diplomatic restraint required of her until the war is over and then, with an eldritch shriek, the transporting exultancy of a blood-letting that is like a blood transfusion to her: “It's like liquid rightness pumping into arteries. He's dead; I'm alive”.
The diminishing returns of such cyclical vengeance are signalled by excellent touches such as having Angus Wright double her lover, Aegisthus, and by other gliding, ghostly recurrences. This Klytemnestra is never simplified into a monster, though, which makes the gender-biased conclusion all the more troubling. A terrific start to the season.
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