I should have mentioned before that I saw Jodie Whittaker live on stage three weeks ago in London, performing the title role in The Duchess, an adaptation of Webster’s The Duchess of Malfi, in the Trafalgar Theatre. Tickets were surprisingly inexpensive, and in fact I was ushered (ushed?) to a better seat on arrival as the evening had not sold out. (By comparison, tickets for David Tennant playing Macbeth the same night were going for literally ten times as much.)
I was not familiar with The Duchess of Malfi, except that I knew it was the source for a the titles of novels by P.D. James and Stephen Fry. So I can’t comment on whether or not the Trafalgar Theatre production improved on the original. It was a play of two halves; the first part setting up the widowed Duchess falling in love with her steward, and concealing this from her jealous brothers, with various conspiratorial subplots; and the second part in which almost everyone gets horribly murdered.
I felt that the cast were having a lot more fun in the second half, where they were getting killed and doing the killing, or both in a couple of cases; the first half had a lot of declaiming. There is a lot of serious material there about gender and power, but the graphic violence (and the virulent graphics) rather overwhelmed my intellectual appreciation of the play’s themes.
Jodie Whittaker dominated the scenes that she was in – and he character is one of the first to be murdered horribly, but then haunts the stage in a lingering afterlife. There was a glorious moment when one of the other cast members dried on the word ‘lycanthropy’ – Jodie W just said it to her, and they carried on with the scene; I bet the other actor was mortified in the dressing room afterwards, but these things happen.
None of the other cast had names that I recognised, though I see one of them (Joel Fry) was in Game of Thrones. The two that stood out to me were Elizabeth Ayodele as Julia, who is bonking most of the men, and Hannah Visocchi, who silently provided most of the music on a variety of stringed instruments. Having said that, Jude Owusu as Bosola was almost the only character who actually has an arc, and performed it well.
Anyway, having met Jodie W in the flesh rather briefly last year, I’ve now seen her on stage interpreting a very challenging script and doing it very memorably. So an evening well spent.
Friend L went to see this because it’s his favourite play. He felt … less warmly about it that you did. He thought it was a very heavy-handed updating (and that is me politifying his review).
(If you get the chance, the Mark Strong/Leslie Manville Oedipus is magnificent)