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Troilus and Cressida
by William Shakespeare
Shakespeareās Globe
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Matthew Dunster directs, writes, teaches and acts ā and probably in that order. He has directed new work (Mogadishu, Royal Exchange, Manchester; Love the Sinner, National Theatre; The Frontline, Shakespeareās Globe), large-scale Elizabethan productions (Macbeth, Royal Exchange; Doctor Faustus, Shakespeareās Globe) and worked on adaptations that push notions of theatricality (Saturday Night Sunday Morning and 1984, Royal Exchange; The Farenheit Twins, Barbican). As a writer, his plays include Childrenās Children (Almeida Theatre) and You Can See the Hills (Young Vic). He teaches drama to many different groups of people, and is an associate artist of the Young Vic.
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āDirecting isnāt about playing loads of games... itās about detail, and detail is about craft. Itās taken me a long time to get to a place where Iām comfortable in my process, and where the cast are respectful but we can have fun. Getting there takes guile, graft and the help and guidance of others.ā
Matthew Dunster
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Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare
Opened at Shakespeareās Globe, London, on 22 July 2009.
Creative
Director Matthew Dunster
Designer Anna Fleischle
Composer Olly Fox
Choreographer Aline David
Cast
Ulysses Jamie Ballard
Paris Ben Bishop
Andromache Olivia Chaney
Hector Christopher Colquhoun
Agamemnon Matthew Flynn
Achilles Trystan Gravelle
Menelaus/Alexander Richard Hansell
Thersites Paul Hunter
Aeneas Fraser James
Pandarus Matthew Kelly
Priam/Calchas SĆ©amus OāNeill
Cressida Laura Pyper
Helen/Cassandra Ania Sowinski
Nestor John Stahl
Troilus Paul Stocker
Diomedes/Helenus Jay Taylor
Patroclus Beru Tessema
Ajax Chinna Wodu
Musicians Joe Townsend, Jon Banks, Ian East, Phil Hopkins and Genevieve Wilkins
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To: the cast of Troilus and Cressida
Date: 23 May 2009
Subject: Welcome
ā¶ 1 Attachment [Troilus_rehearsal_draft.doc]
Hello Cast,
I just wanted to send a note with the rehearsal script (see attached).
I have worked with some of you before, and I think the work
I have done editing the script will feel pretty tame to you guys.
To those new to the way I work ā don't worry about any ideas contained in the stage directions: they are first ideas and not prescriptive. Your ideas will always be better than mine and I look forward to hearing them.
My rules on approaching anything are simple: CLARITY ā STORY ā DRAMATIC EFFECTIVENESS. I want it to be clear and exciting.
In getting the play down from its massive 28,500 words to around 21,000, sometimes the iambic has been ruptured. Ruptured, but never disregarded. I know how it works and have only made sacrifices where I felt it would improve the chances of a modern audience understanding the text. Where I have chopped things around, the original is always there for us to go back to. Likewise, letās keep looking for cuts and places where our modern understanding of dramatic language can help us tell his brilliant story. Letās collaborate with Shakespeare. He was a populist ā he would want people to get it and be excited by it.
Having spent so long getting inside the play, I am convinced of its brilliance. I can't wait to take you all inside its dark heart. Every character wriggles with complexity.
Rehearsals are simple. From day two we'll do circuit training and stretches for the first 45 mins (you'll all be dicking around in togas and sandals so it's in your best interest!) and for most of the first two weeks we will read and read and read.
Everything points to a strong Homeric show full of anachronistic surprises. I can't wait.
I'm off to Croatia in about five hours so I for one will be tanned and beautiful when we meet!
Looking forward to it.
Matthew
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It is an uncharacteristically warm morning on the South Bank of the Thames. An ice-cream van is parked outside the entrance to Shakespeareās Globe, its queue snaking towards the Millennium Bridge. In front of the theatre gates, a tourist photographs her son as he gives his best āAlas, poor Yorickā, a Flake ā99 standing in for the skull. As the ice cream melts down his wrist, the kid accelerates his half-remembered speech: something about āI knew him well...ā
I am at the corner of New Globe Walk and Bankside, looking at Shakespeareās Globe, an oddity of wood and thatch sandwiched between the chrome and glass of twenty-first-century restaurants and bars. A blue plaque on the wall in front of me reminds passers-by that this institution, so quintessentially English, was the vision of an American, Sam Wanamaker, who founded the Globe Theatre Trust in 1970 and pursued the project until his death in 1993, four years before the theatre presented its first season.
In 2008, Dominic Dromgoole became the second artistic director of the Globe following Mark Rylance, an actor known for his shape-shifting, mercurial performances. Like Rylance, Dromgoole combines a classical appreciation of Shakespeareās work with a love of the raucous; the bearpit on which the new Globe is modelled. Earlier in his career, Droomgoole served as artistic director of the Bush in West London, a prolific new-writing theatre, where he premiered work by writers including David Harrower and Conor McPherson.
As part of his first season, Droomgoole commissioned a piece from the playwright ChĆ© Walker. The Frontline was a head-on, high-speed collision of the Globeās legacy with the present. Set in modern-day Camden, a company of hoodies, asylum seekers and lap dancers took to the Elizabethan stage with sneakers and boom boxes to celebrate and dissect all that London is and could be.
To direct The Frontline, Dromgoole hired Matthew Dunster.
I first meet Matthew at the Young Vic, after a matinee performance of his play You Can See the Hills, which he also directs. It is midweek and the theatre is two-thirds full. Matthew sits on the back row, his arms spread across the empty seats either side. As the house lights go down, he kicks his feet up on the seat in front. He reacts as if he doesnāt know how the story ends, laughing at the jokes and leaning in to the tension.
After The Frontline, Dominic Dromgoole invited Matthew to return to the Globe, this time to direct a play by Shakespeare. Dominic suggested Troilus and Cressida, one of the few in the canon that the theatre had yet to produce in a full-scale production, and which Matthew hadnāt read, either when Dominic suggested it or when he agreed to the job. He tells me this and he registers my surprise:
People tend not to believe me when I say that, but I wanted to do a Shakespeare play I didnāt even have a sense of. Iāve acted in some of the others or Iāve read them, but I donāt know anything about Troilus and Cressida so I can treat it as a new play, and thatās exciting. Of course, once I read it, I realised how difficult itās going to be. I had to read the script twice before I understood a word of it.
I leave thinking this is bluster; the boasts of a director who wants the first notes I make to be that I have just met a āmaverickā. At home, I pull my Complete Works from the shelf and flick past nine hundred pages to Troilus and Cressida.
Damn.
I have to read it twice too before I understand much of whatās going on.
The story of Troilus and Cressida is ancient, and has passed through many tellers. It begins seven years into the siege of Troy, when the war has reached a stalemate. The demigods of Greek mythology ā Agamemnon, Ajax, Achilles, Hector, Menelaus, Paris and Helen ā are siloed in their camps, breaking the monotony with skirmishes. A Trojan prince, Troilus, falls in love with a young woman, Cressida, whose father defected to the Greeks, but their love is short-lived: the Trojan generals agree to trade Cressida for one of their own, a soldier languishing in a Greek prisoner-of-war camp.
Shakespeare probably knew the story through the versions by Chaucer and Homer. But where Chaucer treats his subjects with wry humour and sympathy, Shakespeare hunts them for vanity; where Homer sees heroes, Shakespeare sees a boil to be lanced. In Shakespeareās version, the war is a chaos fought over a āwhore and cuckoldā from which no one will learn a damned thing. Thersites, the knowing fool, says it best: āNothing [but lechery] holds fashion.ā
Shakespeareās Troilus and Cressida has long confounded critics, audiences and theatremakers alike. Without a protagonist, veering between comedy and tragedy, and with an ending that raises more questions than it answers, it was consigned to that drawer marked āproblem playā where it gathered dust for best part of three hundred years. There is some suggestion that it may not even have been performed during Shakespeareās lifetime. In the late sixteenth century, the dramatist John Dryden tried to make sense of the play, only he didnāt āmake senseā of it so much as edit out the bits he didnāt understand, reordering scenes, adding and removing dialogue and killing Cressida in the playās final third to allow Troilus to rise as a traditional revenge hero. Drydenās Troilus and Cressida remained the favoured text until the play went out of fashion, remaining unperformed until the horrors of the First World War prompted society at large to reinvestigate the gulf between the ancient warriors theyād read about in books, and the unprecedented horror they now read about in the newspapers, or witnessed first-hand.
It could also be argued that modern audiences, schooled in the fractured narratives of contemporary cinema and the slow-burning ensemble stories of television, are simply better primed to respond to the playās structure. Either way, Matthew isnāt interested in critical baggage. āPeople obsess over whether itās a tragedy or a history play or a comedy,ā he says. āThe answer seems obvious: itās all of them. If we celebrate those complications, I think the audience will accept them.ā
The Globe has an imposing character of its own. Half the audience stands, and performances happen in the open air without amplified sound. In the daytime, actor and audience share the sunlight ā every face is visible ā and the quality this creates is difficult to pin down, even to those who have worked in it. A magnetic field hums between the play and the space that Matthew would be āa foolā, he says, to ignore. A production at the Globe requires a bespoke response.
Conceiving a production, a director has two main sources of inspiration:
⢠The Text
⢠The Performance Space
Directing a production for the Globe can be a disarming experience as it robs the director of two of the main tools of contemporary theatre: recorded sound and focused light. The reason for this is an artistic policy that the theatre calls āoriginal practiceā. Enforced to varying degrees depending on the production, original practice ensures that the audienceās experience of the production reflects the aesthetics of Elizabethan theatre. Yes, the auditorium is fitted with a sprinkler system (after all, the original Globe burned down!), and yes, there may be video monitors backstage, but these are usually hidden from the audience.
Then there is the space, which is infamously exposing, large and open on three sides. Complicated sets tend to obscure many in the audienceās view, and are cu...