ANDY HEDGECOCK is entertained by a playful novel that embeds a fictional game at its heart
The Dance of Death
Arcola
AUGUST STRINDBERG’S hugely influential play The Dance of Death, in a new version by Oscar-winning writer Rebecca Lenkiewicz (for Best Foreign Language Film Ida, co-written with Paweł Pawlikowski) is a thrilling proposition at the Arcola. And when you add the intelligent, star-performance skills of the luminous Lindsay Duncan to the mix – not to mention the commanding confidence of acclaimed director Mehmet Ergen – you would expect a night to remember from this highly anticipated run.
So why the disappointment?
Although this production was in rehearsal before the playwright’s death, it allows us to pay homage to his life, suggests MARY CONWAY
MARY CONWAY revels in the Irish American language and dense melancholy of O’Neill’s last and little-known play
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by a play that presents Shelley as polite and conventional man who lives a chocolate box, cottagey life
MARY CONWAY is stirred by a play that explores masculinity every bit as much as it penetrates addiction



