My second excursion to the cinema to see a live production direct from The National Theatre. It was the last night of the 2,500 year old play
Medea by the Greek play-write Euripides, a tragic story of a woman's revenge. Helen McCrory is absolutely fantastic in the title roll. She seemed subdued when I went to see her in
Old Times at The Donmar Warehouse, but here she was the opposite. A woman that was not going to stand by while the husband, for whom she destroyed her family and lived in exile, marries the daughter of a king.
But what impressed me more than anything was this new version written by Ben Power and the direction of Carrie Cracknell. Somehow their production suited a transmission to a cinema far more than the
King Lear I saw a short time ago. The set was terrific and the music by Will Gregory and Alison Goldfrapp suited the dark mood. Altogether a staggeringly memorable evening.
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