Perth Concert Hall
Three stars
The stage seems to be taking deep breaths at the start of the Sell A Door company's touring production of Jo Clifford's reimagining of Robert Louis Stevenson's classic split personality tale. If such amplified rumblings sound like they've been dredged up from Quatermass's pit, such allusions to dark futurescapes are all too fitting in Clifford's version, set in an shiny 2020 where all the measures right-wing fundamentalists aspire to have been set quietly in stone, steel and glass.
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Three stars
The stage seems to be taking deep breaths at the start of the Sell A Door company's touring production of Jo Clifford's reimagining of Robert Louis Stevenson's classic split personality tale. If such amplified rumblings sound like they've been dredged up from Quatermass's pit, such allusions to dark futurescapes are all too fitting in Clifford's version, set in an shiny 2020 where all the measures right-wing fundamentalists aspire to have been set quietly in stone, steel and glass.
Here cancer specialist Dr Jekyll is a
celebrity saviour, a publicity-hungry charity runner who, away from
the cameras, can't control his desires. Once he tests his wonder drug
on himself, the rush of testosterone turns such everyday abuse into
something even more predatory. Jekyll's alter-ego Mr Hyde is like a
feral werewolf on heat, at one point humiliating his prey in what
looks like a scene from Fifty Shades of Grey rendered as music hall.
The latter-day parallels aren't hard to
spot in a rich text which leaves nothing hidden as actors Nathan
Ives-Mioba, Lyle Barker and Rowena Lennon introduce their characters
to the audience. Clifford says much about how a self-serving
establishment can become high on their own presumed power while
obliterating their essential humanity within. David Hutchinson's
production, set on a revolving steel platform that represents the
sort of soul-less apartment the filthy rich hide out in, aspires to
cartoon-strip science-fiction, as Hyde's increasingly cyborg-like
appearance shows.
As the final scene makes clear,
however, it is the women who are forced to keep their true selves
hidden, even as they mop up the man-made mess left behind.
The Herald, February 20th 2014
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