Miller’s 1949 depiction of the ageing, failing salesman Willy Loman as he struggles to comes to terms with the death of his dreams – and perhaps of The American Dream itself – has only gained in stature over the years. What some regarded as a merely a Marxist- derived critique of the US way of life has come to seem as much like high tragedy as anything English-speaking theatre has produced in the last century.
There is an undeniable poetic charm to Blue Raincoat’s Shackleton, at the Traverse to Friday and touring to the Tron next week. The Sligo-based company’s latest touring show, seen here in its UK premiere, shows how the 1914 trans-Antarctic expedition of Irish-born polar explorer Ernest Shackleton comes to grief.
Anne Frank’s diary of the time she, her family and four others spent in hiding in an annexe above her father’s business in Nazi-occupied Amsterdam, has made many appearances in different adaptations. Indeed, this version – a revision by Wendy Kesselman of an earlier dramatisation by Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett – has already been seen in Edinburgh this year.
Resolutely theatrical and visually arresting, the version of Jane Eyre at the Festival Theatre retains the flavour of that well-loved book while succeeding admirably on its own terms. This adaptation of Charlotte Bronte’s novel was originally devised for the Bristol Old Vic and is now touring in partnership with the National Theatre of Great Britain.