Heavenly

After an exciting afternoon with Troilus and Cressida it was back to the Globe to see what I think was my first actual Greek play; Helen. A sort of millennia old Monty Python was the way it was billed and it certainly had elements of that.

The lead was convincingly and passionately evinced by the splendid Penny Downie, who I I have now become an official geek about; feisty, passionate and impelled by the injustice of her situation she was the real Helen who had been replaced by an identikit version by an angry goddess, to be dumped far away on the coast of Egypt whilst her reputation is torn to shreds, her friends and family ignominiously killed in the continuing bloody saga of the Trojan War. She convinced as the desperately sad and wretched woman, the stoic and the lover whose husband is miraculously returned to her.


The translation by Frank McCourt was muscular and energetic, juxtaposing mildly anachronistic ideas; discussing the gods alongside racist diatribe rant and the occasional rather modern swear word. However this peppering of modern familiarity added to the spicy flavour of the play and created humour and pathos.
The stage was flooded with yellow and golds of Egypt and giant letters (Spelling if I remember correctly LOVE) with a ramp thrusting down into the groundlings to involve us in the action.
This was a vibrant production full of energy, passion and light; farcical, frenetic yet ultimately rather life affirming.
Not bad for a 2000 year old playwright.
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