David Tennant’s post-
Doctor Who stage roles have still
tended towards the likeable (even his Hamlet was at times endearingly
jack-the-laddish), whereas onscreen he has been darker and sometimes
(as in the superhero TV series
Jessica
Jones) downright evil. He finds an ideal blend in Patrick
Marber’s 2006 update (itself updated with references to Trump and the
like) of the legendary libertine. As a no-longer-young aristo who can’t
keep it in his trousers, he rollicks with all his characteristic appeal
whilst at the same time candidly scorning any moral conventions (at one
point offering a devout beggar his valuable watch if the man will
blaspheme). By my count, he gets through eight women in less than two
hours’ playing time, before finally facing judgement.
Either Marber’s rewrites have tightened the play’s own moral
commentary, or it plays more keenly in the world of 2017 than it did
even a decade ago. After the interval DJ (as he’s no longer effortfully
called) has a speech in which he argues that social and political
venality and wickedness justify personal amorality; the conclusion is
no more persuasive, but the base material seems so much more fecund.
Marber is now also an astute, detailed director: his production here
blends (in Anna Fleischle’s design) the modern and classical, and
includes references to the best-known version of the tale, Mozart’s
opera
Don Giovanni, not only
by alternating snatches from it with the likes of Roxy Music and
Talking Heads between scenes, but also punctuating the action with
appearances of a masked chorus as if preparing to drag DJ down to hell
on the orders of the statue... which, in this version, is not that of a
former victim’s father but the likeness of Charles II in Soho Square.
The district’s past as a hunting ground is evoked by the Don’s repeated
lecherous huntsman’s cries of “So-HO!”
No other character comes close to proper dramatic substance, with the
sole exception of the ever-excellent Adrian Scarborough as the Don’s
servant Stan, ever morally vacillating: the flesh is willing but the
spirit weak. Gawn Grainger doesn’t have much ammo but looses it off
expertly as DJ’s father, Earl Louis. Marber’s revival may not go as
deep as some might wish, but it certainly cuts sharp.
Written for the Financial
Times.