MEN BEHAVING RIDICULOUSLY
The lord of Navarre and three nobles have resolved to retreat and research for 3 years, eschewing feminine firm: so even the princess suing for land must be encamped exterior the court docket along with her girls, with messages exchanged roughly comically by way of interfering underlings. But in fact all 4 males fall in love, break their vows, discover each other out in forbidden craving, break the vow and proceed to be tricked by the wily girls. In Emily Burns’ s energetic, moderately overlong manufacturing it has been sportily set on a Pacific island and the lords, in shorts and shoulder-sweaters, are the tech bros from Silicon Valley who run our lives now.
Abiola Owokonira ‘s prince is good and Luke Thompson as Berowne (an RSC debut) is the life and engine of the Lords group, and the only one showing some depth of intelligence, while Melanie-Joyce Bermudez, also new here, carries real dignity as the Princess, even in the scenes where she is amid her gigglingly Instagrammy gal-pals. But It’s an odd play, early Shakespeare; overrich with wordplay and banter (certainly it has the longest madeup phrase within the canon, ‘honorificabilitudinitatibus’. That crops up in one of many extra entertaining moments between Tony Gardner’s surefootedly humorous Holofernes and his underling (Nathan Foad as Costard, usually seen in chaotic remnants of a spa-day wrapper). There is a comedy Spanish fool known as Don Armadio, shamelessly overdone in tight tennis equipment by Jack Bardoe, and a whole lot of bodily comedy elsewhere, handiest within the hiding scene the place up and down the palace staircases and timber the 4 lords spy on one another. Jordan Metcalfe’s Boyet is reliably humorous, and at one level does the identical terrified squeeze-past as he did in the identical director’s Jack Absolute.
For Shakespearian curiosity it’s helpful: listed below are prefigurings of later performs: disguises, overhearings, Mercutioid banter, intelligent shrewish womanhood outwitting males, classical references, a play inside a play tousled by underlings. But it hasnt the tautness and tempo of the nice performs, and the director does little to tighten it,: a whole lot of the allusive wordplay wants slicing to maintain a contemporary viewers midway content material and up with the story. Last time it surfaced right here was in a superb double with Much Ado, and set on the eve of WW1, which gave pathos to the stoey of overheated younger males and their delusions about love and girls. This one is baggier, extra happy with itself, indulging each red-nose physicality. There are moments if you suspect, sitting within the large theatre, that this manufacturing’s very presence there’s sending a smug message just like the M & S advert which presumed too royally on respect: as if it was saying “This is not just larks with background ukeleles and actors gurning and doing silly voices and messing around in beachwear – this is ROYAL SHAKESPEARE actors gurning and larking around in beachwear. Therefore it must be good.”
And you suppose OK, inconsequential because the story is and overblown the playing-for-laughs and actual golf-buggy antics, they are going to come to a decision, absolutely? They will transfer the guts as even nice comedies do, and earn our forgiveness for the longeurs between the nice jokes over three hours, and the just about insufferable closing dressing- up- field sequence of classical-sixth-form jokes about Pompey , Hercules and Hector.
In the famously shock ending, when information that the Princess’ father king has out of the blue died and all revels and wooings are postponed for a yr and a day, that redemption nearly occurs: out of the blue the Princess stands topped above, and the ensemble sing, bery fantastically, a Polynesian hymn of homage and nationhood. And you allow wishing you’d stayed as engaged as that every one by way of. Not least as a result of a wonderful forged deserved a tighter, higher present.
Rsc.org.uk to 18 May
Rating 3. Just.
