This new work plunders the anarchic theatre of Shakespeare's macabre contemporaries in a glittering dance of death. Desire is corroded by derisive, turbulent laughter, in a world of ritual cruelties where women must beware women and thought is a luxury of peacetime. "O what drie braine melts not sharp mustard rime To purge the snotterie of this slimie time?"

Leave a comment

0 Comments

Media Archive

Bookmark & Share...