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Tartuffe
National Theatre
London SE1
THE essence of Moliere’s Tartuffe is the pillorying of hypocritical religious piety and the gullibility of a bourgeois family desperately seeking to give an ethical dimension to its vacuous life.
First performed in 1664, it certainly can and perhaps should be adapted to lend it contemporary relevance, but its core has to remain. This was well demonstrated in the all-black version, with the setting transferred to Atlanta, Georgia, at the Tricycle Theatre a few years ago.
But the National, in trying to adapt this 300-year-old galleon and giving it a contemporary make-over, leaves the structure creaking and cracking.
Family issues and dragon-fuelled history amount to a vacuous spectacle that ill-fits the theatre, muses SIMON PARSONS
GORDON PARSONS appreciates fine performances and a feel for ambiguity, but misses the music of the dialogue
GEORGE FOGARTY is dazzled by a breathtakingly skillful puppet version of Shakespeare’s greatest love poem
MAYER WAKEFIELD is gripped by a production dives rapidly from champagne-quaffing slick to fraying motormouth



