My overall impression
I have never been so enthralled by a Greek tragedy before. This production of Medea, imaginatively directed and designed by Michael Burke, is filled with enough intensity and fervor to shoot straight up to Dionysus. Walking past the bird-esque Chorus into the theatre, sets the tone straight away.
The feathered costumes, haunting projections, chilling sounds and perfectly choreographed chorus astounds the senses. Melissa Fenton as Medea is wrought with fervent intensity, brimming with rage and raw insanity – evident by the sweat glistening on her back and the black mascara streaming down her face. Kellen York’s Jason, the husband who wrongs her, pales in comparison. It’s difficult to share the stage with such a forceful presence as Fenton’s. The chorus of four are distinct, hilarious, thought-provoking and excitingly theatrical.
The dénouement is hauntingly beautiful and spectacular. As I kept saying upon leaving the theatre, a bit dazed, this production is stunning, stunning, stunning.
