Photo credit: Jane Hobson

(3 / 5)



Off the beaten track for a more curious endeavour in London. A queer reimagining of Shakespeare with Antony and Cleopatra. Conceived and directed by Robert Chevara, this was a simple affair made better with a intimate venue.

We see a lot of the typical things asscotaed with gay men…clubs, dancing, leather, cross dressing, poppers almost other delights. I’d say this worked to an extent  wondering if this play has ever had this tenet before. It is condensed into a 70 minutes so there is little time to truly develop things organically. Like the blasting club beats, you have to get lost in the heat and sweat of it all. Antony is William McGeough  perhaps the strongest in the show. Lots of rage and sultry allure on this fallen Roman. Cleo is Jonny Woo, who steals the show with wild dress up, camp personas and a swooping mood swings.

Stripped back with the two leads and thier assistants: support was that of Charmian and Dolabella. Alexis Gregory and Jonathan Blake in these roles work well, moment of blissful camp elevate the Bard’s word for lines that might not necessarily funny. Both had seriousness too when needed, the weight of the lovers romance begets tragedy for all involved. Moments of karaoke helped soften the mood. Its usage did not overbear, though any more would have done so.

Some of props and costumes use is clever. Cleopatra’s wonderous death crown and jewels have to be seen to be believed. No asp in site for her tragic end, instead a more piffy shot of smack it would seem? Stroves lights upon the wall and ceiling are effective, not over used in moments of attack nor movement. There is a fair bit of back and for between the audience, I found myself moving over front and centre that I was.

This should find an audience, its queerness shot through and it had its moments.

It runs at The Divine till 26 Sept 2024.