This is the debut play from Chaser collaborator Chris Taylor; and the level of sophistication makes you wonder would it be produced by STC if it weren’t for his notoriety
This is a hilarious, side splittingly funny production. I didn’t leave the theatre with any new insights into life, nor dramatic moments to ponder on, but I came out refreshed, happy, and with a sore stomach from laughing.
His Majesty’s Theatre was packed for the performance of one of Shakeapeare’s darkest tragedies, Macbeth, a psychological study in the devastating effect of a misplaced ambition.
It’s Desperate Housewives by way of Tim Burton and Lemony Snicket in this little community, where women and their daughters dress in matching pastels and popularity is a never-ending cause for anxiety.
This is a beautifully written piece, the language segueing marvellously from ferocity to lyricism with the occasional detour through middle-class twaddle thrown in for good measure.
It was clear at the very first centre-stage revelation of the Dame in piquant pink to the final bow of Barry Humphries himself that we were in the presence of a master.
This play is about sex used as a weapon whether active offensive or passive. It makes for great theatre because we still find it hard to face the issues that come with what must be the most complex emotional trigger in our battery of hormones.
