First come the strip-lit corridors, the stained breezeblocks, the locked doors; later there are restraints, drugs, needles. The time is out of joint, and we are all imprisoned in a nightmare of confusion, paranoia, guilt and despair. Who are the mad? Who the sane? In Ian Rickson's thrilling production of Shakespeare's great tragedy, it's often frighteningly unclear.read more
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 09:58PM on November 9, 2011