West Yorkshire Playhouse, Leeds; Old Vic, LondonIt begins in precarious ritual: a boxed-in court, a red carpet like a stream of blood, a floor so steeply raked that the action hurtles downwards. It swings into harshness: a granite wall, a monarch perched high above the audience, flashes of lightning. It moves into emptiness: a wide bare stage over which shadows chase.Ian Brown has pulled off something remarkable…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 07:06PM on October 1, 2011