About She Stoops To Conquer
Thursday 2nd February 2012
This week, She Stoops To Conquer, Oliver Goldsmith’s 1773 comedy of love and manners, opened at the National Theatre in a production directed by Jamie Lloyd. It has been greeted with rave reviews. But although Lloyd brings out the comedy of the piece, I was appalled by what I can only describe as his aesthetic of vulgarity. In this version of the play, the comedy comes not from the words but from acting which involves crotch-grabbing, arse-jutting, hip-thrusting and other gross gestures. Every move is wildly exaggerated. The performance style seems to have graduated from the school of Mr Bean, Blackadder and Bottom. It all reminded me of Lloyd’s equally vulgar Salome for Headlong in 2010. But the audience and critics loved it. In an age of austerity, does the theatre only prosper when it embraces vulgar populism?