Review: The Duchess of Malfi, Almeida Theatre or where has the magnetic Lydia Wilson been?
Lydia Wilson is back on stage, hurrah! Haven't seen her since she played Kate in Charles III back in 2014 and seeing her as the Duchess of Malfi reminded me how much I've missed her on stage.
And it was a great way to round off my year of theatre-going, I love a good, gruesome piece of Jacobean drama.
The Duchess of Malfi is a revenge tragedy sparked by the widowed Duchess deciding to defy her powerful brothers and not only marry but marry 'beneath her'.
Her siblings' instructions are motivated by a desire to inherit the Duchess' wealth, snobbery and, in the case of her deranged twin Ferdinand (Jack Riddiford) incestuous lust.
Power and greed
It is a play about power and greed and women's lack of currency in society.
The threat to the Duchess is evidence even before her secret marriage to Antonio (Khalid Abdalla) her gentle former steward.
When her brother picks up a dagger, a family heirloom, during a conversation her nervousness and discomfort marks him out as already dangerous and volatile.
Her secret happy family life begins but you know it won't (cannot) last.
High body count
But this is Webster so the body count must be high and it isn't only the brothers' who are out to punish and enact revenge.
Wilson has a magnetic stage presence, you hang on every word and gesture. Her Duchess is a strong woman, clever, kind, stoic and justifiably angry, it makes her an all the more tragic figure.
The production was satisfyingly gory, albeit done in a way that fitted with its colour palette, almost luxuriating in its stylised fight scenes that contrasted tonally with convulsive verbal outbursts nurtured by the plays growing dramatic tension.
Distractions from the play
But there were a couple of distractions. Riddiford's increasingly mad Ferdinand fell into movements and exercises that were alien enough to pull me away from what was happening in the scene.
And equally odd was the glass-fronted, oblong box towards the back of the shiny black stage which was styled inside as if it was a swimming pool or gym changing room with dazzling white tiles and bench.
It worked well as a sort of tableau 'display cabinet' for characters from a previous scene, a vivid and emotive backdrop.
However, when it was used as a social space for happy family scenes or parties you could almost smell the chlorine - it was too oddly clinical and detracted from the scene.
These are minor points in what was otherwise an enjoyable and gripping production. I'm giving it ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.
The Duchess of Malfi is at the Almeida Theatre until 25 January and is 2 hours and 45 minutes including an interval.
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