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MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Rsc Stratford upon Avon

TANGLED JUSTICE, MORAL SWAMPS

  There is no sure hero in Shakespeare’s ‘mystery play” , which can be exhilarating.  Emily BUrns’  remarkably sure-footed, clear and well-trimmed production, in a stark monochrome moden set of stairs and benches,  certainly is.  And although its plot is based on concepts of sexual sin (meaning  before marriage) which we do not in 2025 condemn,  she exhilaratingly starts it with a brief video montage of Clinton, Epstein, Trump, Prince Andrew, Rubiales, Hancock etc.   Sexual sin never goes right out of date, just changes clothes.  

    Plot in brief: the Duke, feeling “we have let slip old values” , heads off disguised as a cleric and leaves the lean, mean priggish Angelo in charge, who promptly condemns Claudio to death for getting his fiancee pregnant.  Claudio’s sister Isabella, contacted by the lad’s friend Lucio,  pleads for his life but Angelo will only grant it if she sleeps with him.  She is too virtuous. But the disguised Duke sets it up so Angelo thinks he is having her, but is actually breaking the rules by sleeping with his own fiancee, who he’d discarded for not being rich enough. 

       And so it goes. Burns  keeps it moving fast and merciless, her cast – nearly all RSC debutants, though several well known from TV  – are perfect in mood and emotion.  Adan James’  good-hearted Duke is wonderful,  both in his disguised humiliation being mocked by  a laddish Lucio (Douggie MdMeekin). and in his dismayed determination to expose Angelo’s hypocrisy;  Isis Hainsworth’s Isabella is superb too,  and her scene with Claudio – in his intially desperate attack of timor-mortis   – is properly moving, until with rapid subtle self-delusion he suddenly manages to convinced himself that a girl’s virtue is , face it,  unimportant next to a man’s life.    Oli Higginson does it with horrid clarity; you can see why he was such friends with Lucio the lecher. 

    But they’re all perfect, not only in confident RSC-level handling of some quite complex texts with clarity but in characterization: right down to  ANatasha Jayetileke’s Provost, an irritated functionary hating Angelo’s seizure of his “brief authority” and his irrational condemnation of Claudio .  And there’s a magnificent smart-stillettoed turn from Emily Benjamin  as Marianna when she agrees to be the substitute for Isabella, especially when she is presented, shuddering, 

 with a copy of that that innocent aspiring-nun’s long, drooping gingham frock to dress up in.  

         As for Mothersdale’ s Angelo, he is on–point too:  fiddling with his rubber stamps and hole-punches and executive toy (Isabella in her vain pleasing bangs these around a bit), and when he in rising lust decides to proposition her,  he displays a wonderful pigeon-toed excitement, a chap uneasy in his trousers.   And wow, if you want a good seduction scene, dim-lit and brutal in an entirely unexpected way (girl power!),  here it is.  

        Altogether,  the modern setting – blokes in suits behaving atrociously – is more beautifully justified than in many modernizations: especially when Isabella furiously threatens Angelo  “I will proclaim you! The world shall know what man thou art!”and he points out that nobody will believe her.  And, indeed, in various bits of sophistry employed by almosteveryone except Isabella.    So her final moment, no spoilers, though not quite Shakespeare’s intention is wholly 21c in spirit. Bravo!

Rsc.org.uk.  To. 25 october

Rating 5 

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WHITE ROSE the musical Marylebone Theatre NW1

 HEROIC STORY, NEAR MISS

   It could hardly be a better theme and story for this terrific little theatre, which since its opening has explored the darkness of Nazism and the heroism of those who resisted it,  brilliantly in The White Factory and Most Precious of Goods. And then  explored its modern aftermath in What We Talk About when we Talk About Anne Frank.   Again this small-scale musical is an echo of that past with  potential messages for today: the true tale of  a group of students in Munich, led by Sophie And Hans Scholl and their friend Christoph.

        Before the three were caught and executed they had , with a group of friends,  distributed hundreds of magnificently fiery leaflets exposing the lies and brutalities of Hitler.   These pamphlets – some smuggled out and later dropped in thousands by the RAF – are full of passion.   “Adopt resistance wherever you are, block the functioning of this war machine before it is too late”. “Every word from Hitler’s mouth is a lie”. “”An end to terror is preferable to terror without end. Jews have been murdered in a bestial manner, the most terrible crime against the dignity of Man”.   They were brave intelligent young martyrs, and Brian Belding’s mission to commemorate them is admirable: he wrote the lyrics and book,  Natalie Brice the music.  

         But deep frustration grew as this production limped along,  imported after some off-Broadway sucess  with its NYC director Will Nunziata leading  a new British cast.    It is slow-paced and curiously presented,   with the spoken dialogue often spiritless – these are students! – and also oddly quiet (Collette Guitarte’s Sophie  is often downright inaudible, screen-acting rather than stage) . But then suddenly the sound breaks out into songs (pretty forgettable) with  lots of belting which, as they’re miked feels almost strident.   It’s an uncomfortable mix.

    The play should pivot round Sophie , but somehow neither text or player feels strong enough.  Among the men it feels a bit stronger,  trying to express the differences and doubts (“this is not our fight, none of us are Jews” ) , and the shaken horror of those back from the front in Poland,  or who fear exposing their families. The hesitation and final co-operation of the professor, (Mark Wilshire) who is almost shamed by his students’ resolve, is interesting.  Ollie Wray, serving as a policeman, has good interaction with Sophie,  underlining how young they all were; so does Tobias Turley as her brother Hans. And there is a good moment when Lila, on the fringe of the friendship group,  points out that her position is not like theirs, as they could give up this dangerous business any time but she is Jewish.

     But there’s not enough energy – despite the music – and they somehow don’t feel like German students of the 1940s, more like American campus complainers today.  Some of their discussions are flatly written,  some lyrics well-meaningly but grimly  banal “Truth isn’t dead, it’s just hidden away in the hearts of those of us who still care”.  

       Shame to say I found myself thinking how much vigour could be added by some actual Nazi rhetoric, just to show us why they’re so angry.  In the better second half we do get this – a splendidly nasty address to the university about the Fatherland’s need for “men of iron, strong, obedient, soldiers not students’ and how female students would be better off “making warm beds for fighting men and soldiers for the Fuehrer”.   This at last brings us to some sense of how it might have felt.  So does the judge at the infamous ‘People’s Court”, silencing them for their “treasonous lies” and leaflets “vulgarly defaming the Fuehrer”.   We are reminded that Sophie was only 21 when she died, most of the men hardly older.   

      That was real, and should be remembered forever.  And I hope to read more about them, and that others will.  But as a musical, it’s a miss. 

marylebonetheatre.com to 14th April 

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LAUGHING BOY Jermyn St Theatre

A BOY BETRAYED

Connor was 18 when he drowned in the bath with an epileptic seizure.  It needn’t have happened. He was under slipshod care, away from the family who loved him, in an NHS “Assessment and Treatment Unit” where he was neither competently assessed nor treated with care.  There have been scandals about such units  for people with autism and learning disabilities,  but this case was made famous by the protests and the persistence of his mother , Sara Ryan.  She used social media:  blogged, publicly accused and reviled the institution , grew a broad wide protest movement and fuelled a damning inquiry into the Slade centre (now closed). She finally got an Article 2 Inquest with jury,  which despite the efforts of Southern Health and their lawyers returned unanimous verdicts: serious failings, poor systems, care , risk management, staff inadequately trained , failures of communication.  

        Her book, “Justice for Laughing Boy” detailed Connor’s life, quirks and problems, leading to his placing in Slade for the final 107 days of his life.  The director  Stephen Unwin is himself parent of a son with learning disabilities, and already a passionate campaigner (his chilling history play about Nazi attitudes was powerful here in2017 (https://theatrecat.com/2017/05/09/all-our-children-jermyn-st-theatre/).  He followed her case, and made this adaptation . 

So it’s a campaigning play about a campaign: with Janie Dee as Sara giving a remarkable performance at its centre.   At every stage and level she shines with hard truth.  In the playful opening of family life his quirks, difficulties, delights and obsession with buses are absorbed with humour by the mother, longtime partner Richard and four siblings.  Alfie Friedman (himself autistic)  expresses the endearing strangeness of Connor’s perception and the erratic behaviour his family came to understand and love. Friedman’s closeness with Dee is touchingly expressed, and after his death she has ‘conversations’ with him – the boy is always there, on stage as a presence, until the very end.   Dee herself handles every nuance of Sara in her struggle for justice and recognition of how it happened :  she moves between humour, shock, grief, indignation and ferocious mother-tiger persistence.  And in the moment when at 18 suddenly Connor, six feet tall and powerful,   has bursts of dangerous aggression and assaults even her, the sense of a family living with both love and fearful uncertainty is properly unnerving.   

           Alongside Dee, and Forbes Masson as Richard,  the four surviving siblings help to tell the story;  speaking as themselves or quoting the doctors, support workers, nurses, officials and finally lawyers on both sides at the inquest, plus a not very helpful health minister Jeremy Hunt.  Good projections support the mood and story. The result, at 100 minutes straight, is always gripping and certainly informative:  it expresses both the rewards and the difficulties that occur when an endearing child becomes a strong adult. The transition into NHS adult care of an individual still deeply childlike is something families rightly dread. We witness how commonsense can clash with a careful legal culture of adult rights .  Connor, for instance, hated his epilepsy and therefore denied he had it: this meant the Unit, opting to believe him rather than his mother, did not properly supervise this young adult’s bathing. They later denied the epilepsy existed: horrid post-mortems had to prove it. The lad was also technically free to leave, not confined, which created a legal difference, but as Sara pointed out he wouldn’t have left the unit alone: she knew him, he did not go around alone. Issues also surrounded her relationship, increasingly hostile online an in person, with NHS and unit personnel. Certainly she deserves a plinth in the glorious pantheon of Difficult Women: she had to .

       So you watch, learn, and reflect. But one thing which could have been avoided is that in the white heat of author’s and director’s fury, each of the unhelpful or obstructive official voices  – played by the sibling group – conveys an exaggeratedly satirical tone: studiedly nasty, scornful voices. But   the facts and words themselves are damning enough, and this cartoonish overload jars, gets in the way, even at times making you briefly want to hear the other side.     Sara Ryan was right to want answers, exposed a lot of real neglect and institutional failure, and played with brilliant truthfulness by Janie Dee as she goes through grief, shock, outrage, weariness and dry appalled academic distaste for their excuses. Forbes Masson’s Richard has an angry decency.   But at times the relentless tone of scorn makes you want a wider frame for the story: not least an illustration that how such disabilities can and sometimes are better helped . And that unease is a shame. Because, in every detail, Connor’s treatment was a downright disgrace. 

jermynstreetheatre.co.uk to 31 May

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