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Ominous synths rumble. The theatre blacks out. The followers shriek. Out of the shadows emerge a murky naked stage and microphone stands earlier than a looming face on an enormous display screen begins the prologue to the timeless tragic story of teenage star-crossed lovers.

Welcome to Jamie Lloyd Does Shakespeare With Bells, Whistles and the Kitchen Sink (however valuable few violent delights).

As at all times, there is a main star (Spider-Man’s Tom Holland), darkish and gloomy road clothes, even gloomier lighting, numerous handheld cameras and projections (when the precise actors are, y’know, proper there), and an excessive amount of motion occurring on stage however obscured or off-stage altogether. The Capulet social gathering is live-streamed from the theatre lobby whereas Romeo’s Mantuan exile takes place on the roof.

The stripping away of stuffy theatrical conventions thrilled in Lloyd’s extraordinary Cyrano with James McAvoy and nearly carried his Sunset Boulevard with Nicole Scherzinger (though I may have lived with out the Andrew Lloyd Webber cardboard cut-out). But reasonably just like the Matrix movies, any originality and invigorating readability of imaginative and prescient has change into more and more mired in over-thought, overblown over-complication as idea suffocates content material.

Even so, a few of it would even have labored right here, however then the actors began speaking…

Thibault and Mercutio’s opening threats are cringingly, inexplicably whispered on the mikes (à la, “the call is coming from inside the house”), after which it is as if everybody else thinks, “Why not? I’ll mumble and whisper my lines, too. Perhaps I’ll throw in swaggering South London vowels, or some Caribbean flavour. Hey, maybe I’ll even shout random phrases to mix it up a bit?” All meticulously manipulated by Lloyd, after all.

Too a lot is delivered on to the viewers or into cameras, with characters hardly ever dealing with one another. One explicit formation behind 4 mike stands seemed like a reasonably tough boyband. ASBOzone, maybe? It all presumably intends to ship thrilling immediacy however as an alternative robs scenes of intimacy and engagement between characters and, certainly, with us. The Bard’s magnificent phrases and phrases are too usually diminished to traces, reasonably than residing, respiration dialogue and ideas. The poetry is misplaced.

Some performers fare higher than others. Holland has lovely, fluid entry to his feelings and is completely convincing as early cocky participant and later lovestruck mess. He spends a lot of the play tearful, emotions flooding his eyes and choking his throat. He handles the language with ease and has nice presence. I simply hope they hold him hydrated.

Holland delights as Romeo fumblingly tries to attraction Juliet, and the well-known balcony scene is among the uncommon moments when every part takes flight. It is tender, humorous, awkward and candy – and his constructing chemistry with Francesca Amewudah-Rivers is palpable, potent stuff.

While Holland wears his feelings writ massive, she completely captures that very teenage mardy facial blankness whereas her voice is layered with sass and power, and her physique vibrates with each thought and feeling. This is a really trendy Juliet and he or she is magnificent. Together they’re virtually the salvation of this manufacturing.

Special word additionally to Freema Ageyema’s Nurse, expanded with a lot of Juliet’s mom’s traces and radically reinvented as a lot youthful, edgier and crammed with company. The stage comes alive at any time when she seems.

Act One is a messy however sporadically compelling combined bag of hits and misses. In Act 2, nonetheless, this reviewer was wishing for a little bit one thing from that dodgy apothecary (who bizarrely gave the impression of Darth Vader) as Lloyd’s lethargic pacing and choice to make everybody ship their traces in deadened monotone leeches any ardour and energy achieved.

The last crypt scene is so bizarrely staged it is mindless paired with the spoken textual content. All the promo supplies have milked the “violent delights have violent ends” line, but all of the violence occurs unseen throughout blackouts, and the ending is a delightless dud that left me completely unmoved.

There will completely be an viewers for this, whether or not drawn by the star energy or, just like the latest divisive Oklahoma, by the promise of a daring new imaginative and prescient. It will thrill many, and that is truthful sufficient, however is it nonetheless theatre?

For me, it veers too far into efficiency artwork and self-aware posturing, spending an excessive amount of time winking and nodding to the viewers and reminding us how intelligent it thinks it’s being. It has forgotten that every one the world’s a stage and each reality you want is already there within the textual content and characters, no trickery required.

Romeo & Juliet is on the Duke of York’s Theatre till August 3