- Gareth K Vile
- 20 August 2014
This article is from 2014
Greek comedy becomes a tragedy with constant mood shifts destroying narrative journey
The script, freely adapted from Aristophanes' fifth century comedy about women going on sex strike to stop a war, has massive ambitions. Sometimes using passages from the source - including an argument between old men and women and an ill-judged comparison of state affairs with the treatment of yarn – it takes on the occupy movement, the IMF, Greece's particular crisis, gender inequality and the frustrated ambitions of graduates who end up working for free. It can't be faulted for its sense of social justice, but its constant shifts of mood destroy the narrative journey: a passionate speech about rape culture sits uncomfortably in a production that has an unnecessary lap dancing dream sequence.
The cast, gamely jumping between roles and genders, make the best of their character's journeys and lend some credibility to the action. Robert Willoughby and River Hawkins are especially entertaining when they cross dress, while Louisa Hollway does her best with a Lysistrata who is variously an uptight prude, a delusional fanatic and a clear-sighted leader, as the plot demands. The direction, however, can't resolve the demands of the script, and resorts to racing through the story, and the acting descends into a shouting match towards the end: this chaos might reflect the nature of the international financial crisis, but it fails to entertain or elucidate.
This is a disappointing entry, which lacks a clear focus to its adaptation, mistakes a fast pace for energy and undermines Hollway's worthy efforts to breathe life into a undeveloped character. Lysistrata has been imagined in many ways - chauvinist comedy romp, proto-feminist diatribe, historical document for social attitudes in ancient Athens, timeless satire – but here is it becomes the wrong type of farce.
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