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A Wolf In Snakeskin Shoes
Tricycle Theatre
London NW6
4/5
This world premiere of award-winning Californian playwright Marcus Gardley’s new play is a fitting return for him to the Tricycle. This fresh take on Moliere’s Tartuffe, set in the US deep south, in a world where fast-food tycoons flourish alongside mega-churches and charismatic preachers gives the Moliere play a new lease of life.
The original was a daring satire on religious hypocrisy and the gullibility of the petit-bourgeoisie in 17th-century France. It is a play that would hardly work in a largely secular Britain today, but set in the US it is very apposite. The country’s culture of evangelistic charlatans, fundamentalist Christianity and an atavistic belief in God and redemption is an ideal setting.
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