Nudges towards playfulness aren’t pushed far enough, nor are the dramaturgical attempts to grapple with the story’s tragic ending. Marieke Audsley’s production lacks confidence. The set is hand-drawn in a cartoonish style, the cast speak directly to us and they break character to consider whether anyone in the audience has actually read the book. John Nicholson’s play reaches for the opposite, valiantly trying to mine humour from this desperately sad story. Flaubert’s novel of a French countryside doctor and his freedom-seeking wife was touted as a masterpiece of realism.
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