Lucy Bailey's Titus Andronicus doesn't pull any punches (or stabbings, smotherings and throat-slittings, for that matter). Bursting into a Globe smoky with incense with shouts and drums, forcing itself at us and on us, this is a production whose physicality is its true language. But while anyone going for the gore will get their money's worth " the opening night added a few more to the tally of fainting audience memb…
SOURCE: The Arts Desk at 07:11PM on May 1, 2014