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Much Ado About Nothing
The Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon
★★
THE problem with resetting Shakespeare’s plays into modern times is so often that the dramatist will get in the way.
Occasionally it can work splendidly, as with Rupert Goold’s recent RSC’s Hamlet, set onboard the Titanic, in which the dramatic tragedy is framed by the natural evolving real-life tragedy. However, Michael Longhurst’s new production of Much Ado About Nothing is a struggle with the Bard all the way.
Admittedly the universality of tragedy is more flexible than the more restricted world of comedy. Longhurst here has, to all intents and purposes, created a “new” play which captures the testosterone-charged energy of the contemporary football world. Our present sporting heroes, however, have their own language, as distinctive and different from Shakespeare’s as is conceivable.



