Knowing the air con is pretty good at Sainte Dode hall, I had no worries about going to see the play reading on Sunday afternoon and I had the slightly random thought running through my brain that the name of the play alone, The Lion in Winter, might cool me down? I deliberately cultivated the ‘I don’t know what to expect’ mindset, although the beautifully designed programme (big shout out to Chris) gave me some historical context. What I mean is that I knew the actors would be performing with their scripts in hand. I knew that the set would be minimal. Crucially, apart from a couple of ETC titans, the play would be the first outing for our newbies to the group. And the rest, sink or swim, was down to Annie the director, and her cast. Well, I am happy to say that they swam!!
I want to mention the movement on stage first, which was fluid and well rehearsed. No hesitancy no turning of the head to check they were in the right place; they walked beautifully and this really matters, conveying as it does, complete mastery of the space. And the play? It was very engrossing, sharply delivered, and very funny. Who would think that dynastic quarrels could be such fertile ground for Shakespearian punnage and gags? Young King Philip carried himself with gravitas and skilfully carved a niche for himself as someone that knew he was more than a child. He batted away the rapier thrusts of ‘Boy’ with quiet dignity. But Queen Eleanor was the focal point of the play for me. Down, but not out, she was the one I found myself rooting for. How impossible to be an older, demoted woman amongst power hungry blades, jostling for the top seats at the table. How skilfully she out manoeuvred the plotters and schemers! Watching this play was a joy. I could really see the non verbal connection within this strolling group of players that brings a play to life. I am really glad I came to see this simply presented,yet masterful production and look forwards to the next one. Thank you guys!
Rebecca Shields
