The front door of Ibsen’s A Doll’s House may first have slammed shut in 1879, but it’s a sound whose echoes and re-echoes continue to resonate. The crash of feminist selfhood, bursting through the catatonic tranquility of domestic order, originally scandalised 19th-century Norwegian society, but with scandal now rather harder to come by, Ibsen’s play has acquired a quieter, but infinitely more pervasive impact. In Carrie Cracknell’s faithfully realist rendering it speaks with harrowing directness, cutting to the contemporary heart of the matter as few updated stagings have so cleanly done.
Ibsen’s dialogue stretches out freely, finds plenty of room to breathe in Simon Stephens’s new adaptation. Period correctness is never laboured, with Stephens favouring an unobtrusive, timeless language. Both comedy and tragedy come into focus under his gaze, with the neatly-observed humour of Torvald’s drunken, knitting-related small-talk (beautifully handled by Dominic Rowan) offering an insistent emotional counterpoint to the prevailing tension of Act III.
Morahan is exquisitely urgent, simultaneously maddening and beguiling
Ian MacNeil’s set is a revolving picture of charm – Gustavian interiors bathed in the muted shades of Hammershøi and Ilstead. So pretty are the stage pictures that emerge through the narrative rotations of the set – a family silhouetted against the lights of a decorated Christmas tree, two small boys cuddled up for story-time on a big Chesterfield – that it’s with Torvald’s reductive, possessive gaze that we find ourselves looking upon them, willing the action to mirror the demure beauty of its surroundings.
But of course it can’t. Cracknell’s direction sets up a pace that, while never rushed, keeps stride with its restless heroine. The action unfolds as the natural extension of her accelerating thought-process; we arrive, in Hattie Morahan’s reading of Nora, at a spoken conclusion – “That’s why I’m leaving you” – almost before these thoughts catch up, generating a heartbreaking pause between this and her reiteration – “I can’t live with you any longer” – in which we watch her process of realisation.
Morahan is a breathless, fervent Nora, her instinctual warmth of Act I transforming naturally into the anger of Act III. Exquisitely urgent, simultaneously maddening and beguiling, she flits around MacNeill’s small spaces, her caged energy generating disturbing heat with Rowan’s Torvald. This is a couple whose courtship we can still see in their well-honed role-playing, physical and verbal shorthand shared between them – co-conspirators in this hypocrisy.
Rowan (pictured right with Morahan) excels at quiet villainy, finding out the weakness of a man whose fear of petty social embarrassment sets tragedy in motion. The delicacy of his reading (surviving even the exhaustive bird-imagery of Act I) finds echo in both Susannah Wise’s practical Mrs Linde and Nick Fletcher’s Krogstad – no Dickensian caricature, but a poignant exercise in the banality of desperation. Among so much easy naturalism, only Steve Toussaint’s Dr Rank jars, sitting awkwardly verbally, and dramatically failing to animate this tricky section of sub-plot.
Among so many determined reworkings and adaptations – Sixties settings, politicised Westminster rewrites, all-female casts – Cracknell and Stephens’ quietly faithful treatment offers a far from lazy return to Ibsen’s origins. The same shocking tremors Nora’s front-door slam set in motion in 1879 lose little in returning well over a century later, particularly when animated by performances as truthfully contemporary as we find here in the Young Vic's gilded and gorgeous doll's house.
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