Theatre Review: Salome
November, 2007
What
happens when a legendary artist from magazines, films and television
meets an aspiring theatre director? In this case, the result is Salome
by Oscar Wilde -set in a fetish club and crammed into the unspectacular surrounds of a small pub theatre in north London.
When
Salome was first written in 1894 it was immediately banned and Wilde
vilified for his decadence and depravity. Over a hundred years later it
hardly raises an eyebrow…
Many attempts have been made to
resurrect Salome from the depths of our supposed enlightened
indifference to sex and exposed body parts, but none ever really pay
off. It’s a hard piece to successfully stage and the pitfalls are
treacherous. Most companies make the error of spiralling into outright
farce and slapstick or, perhaps even worse, stage a tragedy of Greek
proportions that totally misses Wilde’s prime objective: to poke fun at
the hypocrisy of the era he had to contend with.
Enter Andy McQuade, co-founder of controversial theatre company Act Provocateur International, now setting up his own theatre project Second Skin and currently wowing audiences with his unbridled and exuberant spin on this mythical tale.
As the curtain rose, the atmospheric lighting and
haunting music swirled around a set that appeared to have been dragged
from a Persian fairytale -an array of colours, fabrics and Eastern
artefacts. The sheer sensuality of every inch of the stage suggests
that Wilde himself has directed. The set design is unmatched, with Chris Achilleos, legendary fantasy artist, teaming with Alyona Zadoya
to create a world where time stands still, where the classic and
futuristic collide and flow seamlessly into an atmosphere of decadent
opulence.
Nika Khitrova as Salome is a Beverly
Hills siren: bimbo and schemer in one dazzling package who lures and
entices not just Herod but the whole audience, before demolishing all
with a final, moving and hypnotic, monologue. Caroline Colomei’s
Herodius comes off as a startling ice-maiden who cackles a laugh that
sends splinters into Herod’s every misguided antic. This is an ensemble
who watch and wait with precision focus, never missing a beat.
Above all of this stands Patrick Doherty
as Herod. A tour de force performance that to describe him as comical,
tragic, desperate and worthy of our deepest sympathy is to go nowhere
close. Doherty effortlessly combines moments of comic genius and
self-pitying sensitivity with more than a nod to Wilde himself. As he
launches into his final closing monologue, so close to the audience one
can glimpse the level of despair into which he has sunk, one is
reminded that here is a man of mere flesh and blood, deeply imperfect,
truly human.
Highly recommended…
You can see Salome at The Lion and Unicorn until November 18

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