'The Winter’s Tale', Garrick Theatre, Review: ‘Ripe With Operatic Excess’
Women triumph in Branagh’s starry rep, but it risks offering more to the actors than its audience, says Marianka Swain

Ham & High, 13 November 2015
By Marianka Swain

Continuing the Olivier comparisons, Kenneth Branagh has established an eponymous rep company and year-long Garrick season. It opens with a problematic Shakespeare problem play and incongruous Rattigan double bill – material made financially viable by a starry cast of veterans and bright young things. They’re led by Branagh himself, who also co-directs with Rob Ashford.

'The Winter’s Tale' gets the Hollywood blockbuster treatment, from intrusive music cues to Christopher Oram’s lavish design – Nutcracker-esque Victorian Christmas card for the court, with carollers and ice skating, and then a Bohemia so idyllic and fecund it’s ripe for 'Cold Comfort Farm' parody.

Presiding over this operatic excess is Leontes, and to make sense of the king’s sudden descent into jealous madness, Branagh plays him as if in a Gothic horror. He strains against demonic possession, roars, paces and melodramatically swoons. It’s a psychological affliction made physical – arresting, but ultimately less interesting. Judi Dench’s Paulina, in contrast, is strongly grounded. Still robust and magnetic aged 80, the great dame briskly dismisses Leontes’s cowed yes-men in her towering defence of the queen, refusing to witness injustice. Her luminously effortless verse speaking proves you don’t need histrionics to stir the soul.

There’s good support, too, from Jessie Buckley’s warmly sensual Perdita, Miranda Raison’s dignified Hermione, John Dagleish’s musical rogue Autolycus, John Shrapnel’s shrewd Camillo, and Michael Pennington’s doomed Antigonus. But Hadley Fraser and Tom Bateman follow Branagh’s example with their hot-headed royal pair, making this a tale of sensible women putting up with loony men. The climactic statue reveal is beautifully done, but, with the play painted in such broad brushstrokes, feels more fairy tale cosy than redemption powerfully won.

Playing in rep is a Rattigan double bill. There are connections with 'The Winter’s Tale' – long-lost daughters, grieving spouses, disguises and a preoccupation with ageing – but it’s not a must-see combination. 'All On Her Own' (1968) is the surprise package, an understated 20-minute monologue in which Zoë Wanamaker’s desolate widow mourns the socially inferior husband she tormented in life. It’s a starkly vulnerable performance, and a more effective illustration than Branagh’s Leontes of how persecuting others can be an act of self-harm.

That’s bizarrely paired with 1948 knockabout backstage comedy 'Harlequinade', essentially 'Kiss Me, Kate' without songs or the first act of 'Noises Off'. Branagh is a hoot as pompous actor/manager Gosport, who leads a bedraggled second-rate rep company taking Shakespeare to the regions. Rattigan snottily dismisses any link between art and social purpose, but brilliantly skewers industry types: Wanamaker’s boozy, interfering old-timer; Bateman’s put-upon stage manager; Fraser’s eager spear-carrier; and Shrapnel’s failed actor in crisis.

Did Branagh deliberately programme a critique of luvvie foibles as a commentary on his own overwrought 'Winter’s Tale'? Both are commercial draws with this celebrity cast, despite some self-indulgence, but just as Rattigan’s myopic thesps can’t see a world beyond theatre, so this rep company runs the risk of offering more to its actors than its audiences.

The Winter’s Tale rating: 3/5 stars


Back to the Kenneth Branagh Theatre Company page | Back to Articles Listing | Back to the Compendium