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A CurtainUp London London Review
Phèdre

by Cassie Robinson

No longer a fever in my veins
Venus has fastened on me like a tiger
— Phèdre
Phèdre
Dominic Cooper as Hippolytus and Helen Mirren as Phedre
(Photo: Catherine Ashmore)
The combination of wild, anarchic passions and rigid form make Racine's tragedies notoriously difficult to stage. In addition to this any translator must tackle Alexandrine couplets and arcane classical references, verbally dancing around the emotional chaos in strict linguistic bonds. Nevertheless, the formidable team assembled at the National Theatre is one to overcome these obstacles with this trio of talent: Dame Helen Mirren, Nicholas Hytner and Ted Hughes. With the entire London run already fully booked, this Phèdre must be confident of its success and will also be broadcast live to cinema screens before touring to Epidaurus and Washington.

The archaic myth of Phèdre's calamitous love for Hippolytus is both simple and resonant: in her husband Theseus' long absence, the queen falls hideously, insuperably in love with her stepson. When the news of Theseus' apparent death reaches the city she reluctantly reveals her passion to the obdurate Hippolytus with dire consequences.

Helen Mirren gives a very assured performance as the once stately queen cracked by wrongful desire. Mirren excellently captures Phèdre's self-disgust, battling with but ultimately powerlessness in the face of her love. She also alleviates the tone of the inexorable tragedy with a good range of moods and emotions. So, for example, the audience see infrequent glimpses of the former,imperiously dignified and proud queen or, when Phèdre realises she was spurned in favour of another, her supreme pique and anger is palpably daunting.

Dominic Cooper's unshaven Hippolytus navigates the fine line between sympathy for the pure hearted if somewhat priggish youth and his unpitying, cold scorn of the queen. Stanley Townsend's Theseus, the philandering conqueror king, is menacing, intimidating and thuggish, a brutal ruler in guerrilla military gear. Ruth Negga gives a wonderfully natural performance as the wronged, innocent Aricia and John Shrapnel's rich, textured voice is put to good use as Théramène, Hippolytus' counsellor and deliverer of the all-important messenger speech.

Bob Crowley's design adds to the sense of cinematic sweep, with an expansive, broad presentation of space. Set outside the royal palace, the walls look like they have been carved from a cliff, with a dominating trunk of yellow stone adjacent to a vast, angled sweep of sky. The brilliant blue sky grows progressively darker during the play, reflecting the unified descent into tragedy.

Ted Hughes' translation mirrors this epic magnitude with direct, accessible language which is both vivid and timeless. Although a faithful, literal translation in terms of line by line meaning, Hughes' style is very different from that of Racine and his visceral, muscular translation is a world away from 17th century refinement. Instead, we have an almost Northern brusqueness, psychologically candid and forthright. Also, Hughes navigates very admirably the mythic metaphors, references and ancestry which so often hinder comprehensible, modern adaptations of classical tragedies. In particular, he returns to the myth of the Minotaur (Phèdre's half-brother) time and time again. Redolent of continued significance, the monster is a result of disgraceful love, both trapped within the labyrinth and a trap for those venturing in.

Although this Phèdre is slightly too long to run with no interval and can at times seem disjointed when the action swerves from one set piece to the next, this is nevertheless an admirable attempt at a difficult play. With lucid, charged direction from Nicholas Hytner, an indisputable star in Helen Mirren and a strong supporting cast, this is as satisfactorily produced as Racine in English ever is.

Phèdre
Written by Jean Racine
In a version by Ted Hughes
Directed by Nicholas Hytner

Starring: Helen Mirren
With: Dominic Cooper, John Shrapnel, Margaret Tyzack, Wendy Morgan, Ruth Negga, Chipo Chung, Stanley Townsend, Christopher Ashley, Elliot Horne
Design: Bob Crowley
Lighting design: Paule Constable
Sound score: Adam Cork
Running time: Two hours with no interval
Box Office: 020 7401 9919
Booking to: 27 August 2009
Broadcast live to cinema screens: 25 July
On tour to Epidaurus, Greece on 10 and 11 July, and Washington DC, USA, on 17-26 September 2009
Reviewed by Cassie Robinson based on 18 June 2009 performance at the Lyttelton, Royal National Theatre, South Bank, London, SE1 9PX (Tube: Waterloo)
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