STEVE ANDREW enjoys an account of the many communities that flourished independently of and in resistance to the empires of old
Tartuffe
National Theatre
London SE1
THE essence of Moliere’s Tartuffe is the pillorying of hypocritical religious piety and the gullibility of a bourgeois family desperately seeking to give an ethical dimension to its vacuous life.
First performed in 1664, it certainly can and perhaps should be adapted to lend it contemporary relevance, but its core has to remain. This was well demonstrated in the all-black version, with the setting transferred to Atlanta, Georgia, at the Tricycle Theatre a few years ago.
But the National, in trying to adapt this 300-year-old galleon and giving it a contemporary make-over, leaves the structure creaking and cracking.
MAYER WAKEFIELD is gripped by a production dives rapidly from champagne-quaffing slick to fraying motormouth
MARY CONWAY is stirred by a play that explores masculinity every bit as much as it penetrates addiction



