Oedipus, King’s Theatre * * * *
It’s an elementary mistake, and simple to rectify; but it’s also a fatally distracting one for those who care about basic courtesy to the audience, and all the more regrettable because every other aspect of Icke’s production is so clear, so brilliant, so memorable and so powerful.
Set on election night, as new liberal-minded leader Oedipus is about to win a sweeping victory, it surrounds Sophocles’ mighty story with all the paraphernalia of a modern political world - all spin doctors, screens, exit polls and “fake news” - in which those who believe in truth, and strike out too boldly towards it, may find themselves destroyed by their own insistence on openness.
And around them, as an election-night digital clock ticks down through 110 minutes to Oedipus’s terrible moment of realisation, the rest of Icke’s eleven-strong company whip up a gathering storm of terrible poignancy; as good intentions are overwhelmed by savage modern tragedy, and truth is identified as stuff sometimes too cruel for even the best of us to bear.
Until 17 August.