Random and topical thoughts and quotes gathered by My Theatre Mates contributor Aleks Sierz, first published on www.sierz.co.uk.
Robert Icke’s final production for the Almeida, after spectacular successes including Mary Stuart, Andrew Scott’s Hamlet and The Wild Duck, is a complete reworking of a play by Arthur Schnitzler. He rips the original play, Professor Bernhardi, out of its turn-of-the-century Vienna setting, and drops it into the information age in The Doctor.
Problematic, troubling, with a cast who give of themselves with unstinting commitment, once again Icke has pulled off a brilliant reframing in The Doctor.
The performances are superb in The Doctor at the Almeida Theatre, Juliet Stevenson is as formidable as her character and Ria Zmitrowicz’s dry one-liners are a refreshing light relief particularly as the persistent tension can become a bit numbing.
In The Doctor at the Almeida Theatre Juliet Stevenson is mesmerising in a brilliantly written ethical debate that is both thrilling and challenging.
Arthur Schnitzler was, like Chekhov, a doctor; he was an Austrian Jew at a time when mistrust was rising. The Doctor belongs passionately to that time: but director Robert Icke’s very free adaptation belongs – urgently and exhilaratingly – to our own.
The Almeida Theatre has announced a new play written and directed by Robert Icke called The Doctor, freely adapted from Arthur Schnitzler’s 1912 play Professor Bernhardi, featuring Juliet Stevenson and Ria Zmitrowicz.
Arthur Schnitzler’s 1897 play of 10 interlinked intimate encounters has proven enduringly popular over the years – adapted for the gays, for fans of musicals, for Charlie Spencer’s libido – and now Max Gill has taken a decidedly 21st century gender-neutral approach to La Ronde for the opening salvo in the Bunker’s second season.
Joe DiPietro’s cult hit is enjoyable enough, but rather predictable in both form and content.
David Hare’s latest is a superb adaptation of a Simenon thriller that is set in the United States.
All the reviews of F*cking Men at the King’s Head referred to its setting ‘in the gay community’. If it does nothing else, Memphis writer Joe diPietro’s re-working of Arthur Schnitzler’s 1897 Viennese cycle of illicit courtship La Ronde proves there’s no such thing.