Review: Insane Root Theatre’s The Tempest

Original review: TheReviewsHub

The Tempest

A respectfully and perfectly repurposed The Tempest

‘Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,’ a muddling, older man murmurs to us, collected in a crypt beneath a Medieval church in the centre of Bristol as cars and buses and bits of lost conversation rumble along beyond the low door closed behind us. ‘The isle was full of noises,’ he amends, and with that opening amendment in tense alone, Insane Root Theatre have respectfully but perfectly repurposed The Tempest, Shakespeare’s most philosophical, most reflective, and most indefinite play.

The man, aged and inelegant, is Prospero, but this is the usurped ‘prince of power’ without his power; this is Prospero at the end of the play, or rather, many-a-year after the revels of the play and the epilogue’s applause has ended. Alone in his library, a homely, hearth-like creation from Sarah Warren covered in drapes and decorated with books and bric-a-brac, Chris Donnelly’s Prospero is close to the end, and not just because he’s been placed in a crypt.

The crypt, carved and cavernous, is the corporeal and acoustic setting for Prospero’s recount of what happened to him, and he recreates the characters with some well-repurposed household trinkets: the noble Alonso a stoic statue, the drunken jesters a jingling bell and bottle of liquor, and his adored daughter Miranda a ragdoll, all played out poignantly on a central, sand-covered, island-like chessboard. Shakespeare’s Prospero was a powerful sorcerer, and there are whispers of his old powers as Donnelly conjures the story for us from empty space, but come the tender and entendre-filled final speech, it’s clear that his charms really are o’erthrown now.

Prospero doesn’t play out his past alone, but with the help of the hypnotic, haunting, a cappella chorus of Norma Butikofer, Helen Cockill and composer Ellie Showering. They dance between the body and spirit of Prospero’s dependents; the ethereal Ariel a blue light bounding between them all, Caliban a trifecta of fencing masks, moving like the creature ‘not honour’d with a human shape’ that Shakespeare describes. Yet, they are also the choral echoes of Shakespeare’s text, which has been twisted and turned and truncated but is more poetic and expressive than ever, especially in the repeated lament lifted from the shipwrecked Ferdinand, ‘hell is empty and all the devils are here’.

Insane Root Theatre’s The Tempest balances Shakespearean tradition with exceptional adaptation, and through repurposing the text, the temporality, and the tone, the cast and creatives get closer to the heart of the play than any production of The Tempest I’ve seen, and it’s all happening right beneath the heart of Bristol.

St. John on the Wall’s Crypt, 10th December 2017, thanks to producer Justin Palmer for the opportunity to review, original review at TheReviewsHub, cast: Norma Butikofer, Helen Cockill, Chris Donnelly & Ellie Showering , picture from Craig Fuller, click for link to The Tempest at Insane Root Theatre

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