FringeReview UK 2019

The Taming of The Shrew

Royal Shakespeare Company

Genre: Classical and Shakespeare, Comedy, Dark Comedy, Drama, Mainstream Theatre, Theatre

Venue: RSC Stratford Live

Festival: FringeReview UK

Low Down

Review

You’d think there’d been a race to re-gender Shakespeare’s most gender-difficult play, The Taming of The Shrew. It desperately needs a new rationale; sheer sexual attraction alone, which revivified it briefly from the 1980s, won’t do. And there are far darker readings this text positively invites.

Jo Clifford, whose seminal 1985 Losing Venice recently revived at the Orange Tree essayed one version in Cardiff, rooted in hard-won affirmation. Justin Audibert’s for the RSC now screened live too, is coming to the Barbican; so will be far more accessible on two fronts.

Audibert’s isn’t like the Globe’s second season of gender-fluid productions. Here, everything’s mirror-reversed. We’re in a matriarchy, Petruchia decides she’ll be the one to tame the termagant eldest son Katherine, which must happen before his brother Bianco can marry.

It’s a wonderful idea, and refreshingly easy to produce dominant women strutting and kicking in wigs – Claire Price’s Petruchia is exhilarating. But what happens to latent male violence? Joseph Arkley’s Katherine is a sullen boy, not a sullen brute. He sulks rather than spits, growls like a terrier though doesn’t fight like one. A Shrew without danger – from Petruchia or Katherine – is dangerous.

It’s exceptionally stylish, in-period to the point of overwhelming. Stephen Brimson-Lewis’ set is mostly clear of anything more than a few props, bare-boards with different woods, occasional use of the gallery, and cleanly lit by Matt Peel. The décor’s concentrated on actors. Hannah Clark’s late-Elizabethan costumery – strong on reds russets saffrons and some Brunswick green, is sumptuous. That’s nothing to the wigs though, whether Bianco’s smooth black or Petruchia’s punk-bright ginger: they’re stunning and believably 1590s.

Indeed their only besetting sin is to make actors look like each other, rendering it difficult to tell who’s who underneath them. With such reversals it’s a women-led cast and their wigs tend to fuse visually.

Ruth Chan’s harpsichord-riffed score evokes Ligeti’s Hungarian Rock via Giles Farnaby. It’s punchy, memorable and would grace far more than Blackadder 2. Directed by Lindsey Miller at the keyboard with five musicians, it’s supervised by Gareth Ellis, with sound design by Claire Windsor. Lucy Cullingford’s movement is supplemented by fight-directors Rachel Bown-Williams and Ruth Cooper-Brown.

It’s Petruchia’s whipping-in Katherine as ‘my goods, my chattels … my any thing’, that recalls the inherent savagery of Shrew. There’s the bullying-in of wooing, where Katherine’s banished from the run of ‘household Kates’ but at the same time reduced to homely Kate by nomenclature. A flurry of sub-plot intrudes and a third of the way in during Act II, it momentarily threatens to become unclear, but subplots take star-roles from Act IV.

Savagery re-emerges as right after marriage Petruchia forces Katherine to route-marches, falling in mud, cruel food-snatching with sleep-deprivation and even after subduing him still proclaims a lasting marriage is based on ‘awful rule and right supremacy’. Claire Price exalts here and Cullingford’s way with movement is to invent an inventory of strut-walks for the women – which dispatches stage-business with élan.

Amanda Harris’ commanding Baptista is two-thirds materfamilias and one-third dominatrix, with a bustling physicality to match. It apparently cows the younger brother: James Cooney’s Bianco (his name is masculinized) is all smirk and smoothie, lustrous and vain in his wig. This Bianco’s very good at simpering his way to fortune, as rival women buzz delectably for his hand.

Cullingford’s power-walks serve Sophie Stanton’s uproarious Gremia well too – she and rivals seem moving on castors or roller skaters as they sizzle for Bianco like dodgems. Emily Johnstone’s Sloaney Lucentia by contrast is lost without Laura Elsworthy’s traditional smart-servant Trania, master of awkward-scene improv and mastermind of their elopement with Bianco. Amy Trigg’s Biondella gets a whoop of applause for her breakneck-delivery of updates in one breath. Then caps it: ‘I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit.’ Amelia Donkor’s Hortensia though manages to snatch some dignity at the end, as the poor third of suitors.

It’s Petruchia’s servant Richard Clews coming into his own from Act IV (no, sometimes more than that) where the sub-plot thickens and makes this production so much more vibrant, with a host of smaller roles buzzing round him and Clews getting struck which shouldn’t be any funnier than what happens to Dromio in The Comedy of Errors. Clews’ part should gender-reverse too; at this point it seems Audibert just gives up on logic for the sake of classic violent slapstick.

The arrival of the much-abused Vincentia (Melody Brown) – Lucentia’s mother who sets the seal on the second half – is infinitely more satisfying here, redolent again of the best of The Comedy of Errors. Certainly its energy is conjured and prefigures in this slightly earlier play, which does much to rescue it. That’s high praise.

There is though a reckoning, and here finally Arkley’s Katherine comes into his own, the only one obeying his mistress’ summons, but giving a measured, sober and strangely winning speech on the absolute right of the wife.

Paradoxically what’s needed is the threat of male violence, and to see that crushed. That still doesn’t resolve the ‘disagreeables’ in Keats’ phrase, of how on earth to live with this play. A 1978 ‘30s-style RSC production with Paola Dionisotti and Jonathan Pryce leaves them both appalled: they realise what Dionisotti’s submission speech means.

It used Shakespeare framing narrative that only amateur productions tend to use now: drunk tinker Christopher Sly, baited and left stupored, whose dream this might be. He provides a prologue and very brief epilogue that physical comedy might extend. It’s a way in; there aren’t many.

What this production achieves though, is to highlight how good the play is. just where we’re not looking for it.

Published June 9, 2019June 10, 2019 by Simon Jenner