To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
Oedipus
The Old Vic, London
STAR-STUDDED Oedipus productions appear to be very much in vogue in the West End. No sooner has Robert Icke’s production, starring Mark Strong and Lesley Manville at the Wyndham Theatre, finished than this Ella Hickson adaptation with Hollywood A-lister Rami Malek, of Bohemian Rhapsody fame, and Game of Thrones star Indira Varma, begins.
Malek is about as oddball an Oedipus as they come. His diminutive, imp-like presence and distinctive US drawl is not quite what you expect from the tragic Greek hero. Yet these eccentricities make him all the more captivating to watch, in what proves to be a strangely unique telling of the classic Sophocles play.
For starters, the Matthew Warchus production teams up with contemporary dance group, the Hofesh Shechter Company, whose 10 dancers become the chorus. Their show-stopping physical feats see their bodies twist and contort with abandon, like tripped-out clubbers at a techno rave, serving as exhilarating chapter-breaks as the drama unravels.
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
WILL STONE enjoys a set by an artist too eclectic to be pigeonholed
ANGUS REID squirms at the spectacle of a bitter millennial on work experience in a gay sauna
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