My Hamlet
The amazing Linda Marlowe has devised a new way of keeping herself
company as a solo performer: she’s brought in a bunch of puppets and
their black-garbed manipulators from Tblisi, Georgia.
Co-produced with Roger McCann and the Watford Palace, “her” Hamlet is
an international event writ small in execution, large in spirit:
Marlowe is inhabited by the ghosts of Hamlet past in a dressing room
she has been employed to clean up.
The stage comes alive as she stares in the mirror. House lights down,
bulbs light up, and some doomy Russian music invades the backstage
area, suddenly populated with finger mice and two-foot puppets of
Claudius, Gertrude and Polonius.
You’re better off knowing the play before you go, but many of the great
speeches are here, with Marlowe sounding the full vocal register and
playing the hero/heroine with a stark, alive quality that pins you to
your seat and alerts you to a masterpiece.
