Reviewers have rightly praised Adrian
Lester’s performance as Ira Aldridge in this play’s earlier runs at the
Tricycle Theatre in 2012 and 2014. On its belated West End transfer as
part of the Kenneth Branagh Company’s season, however, I would like to
draw attention to Ayesha Antoine. She has taken over in a thankless
role which in many ways is even more of a personification of the
callousness indicted by playwright Lolita Chakrabarti, and yet for
two-thirds of the evening she utters scarcely a word.
In 1833 American actor Ira Aldridge played Othello at Covent Garden.
Although his manner was more passionate and spontaneous than the
“teapot style of acting” preferred by many English actors at the time,
he received a number of savage critical maulings and was dropped after
two performances. The outrage was because the actor playing the Moor
was himself black. Chakrabarti (who is Lester’s wife) fires up the
discussion of racial matters amongst the Covent Garden company not only
as regards the play itself, but also what was happening offstage: the
Slavery Abolition Act was under debate at the same time, and passed
that summer. Folk take enlightened or reactionary positions about
Aldridge daring even to touch the hand of “a decent girl” such as Ellen
Tree, who played his Desdemona, never mind Othello’s furious assault on
her (which one reviewer called “pawing”); they argue about properly
remunerated labour in the colonial sugar plantations, all the while
accepting cups of sugared tea from Antoine’s Jamaican-born maid Connie,
who stands mute upstage but whose carefully neutral expression itself
speaks volumes.
Chakrabarti deftly includes enough period theatrical business to, er,
sugar the pill for those unkindly disposed towards spending an evening
in the West End considering issues of racism, but not enough to
distract from the real subject of the piece. Her script contains a
number of neologisms, but Indhu Rubasingham’s production skims
gracefully over them, and of course has that towering performance by
Lester at its centre. As a final, cruel irony, the last scene shows the
now aged Aldridge, without comment, “whiting up” to play King Lear.
Written for the Financial
Times.