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Kiss Me, Kate
Modern-day revivals of musicals from the genre’s so-called ‘Golden Age’ can be challenging – caught up, as they often are, in the sexism of their time. ‘Kiss Me, Kate’, which debuted in 1948, is a particularly acute example. With music and lyrics by Cole Porter and a book by Bella and Samuel Spewack, it’s structured as a play within a play. The narrative follows the on-and-off-stage conflict between actor, director and producer Fred Graham and his ex-wife Lilli Vanessi as they argue their way through a chaotic Baltimore pitstop of his touring production of one of Shakespeare’s more unlovely plays, ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, in which they act as Petruchio and Katherina (Kate). Petruchio’s humiliation and subjugation of Kate forms the thrust of the story. It’s to big shot American director Bartlett Sher’s credit, then, that the show’s mirroring of scenes within scenes in his impressively large-scale, major new revival at the Barbican Centre is heavily laced with irony. As Petruchio, Fred (Adrian Dunbar, swapping ‘Line of Duty’ for the chorus line) can’t get his whip (don’t ask) to work and looks stupid; in the climactic scenes, Lilli (played by bona fide Broadway star Stephanie Block) sings ‘I Am Ashamed’ with the kind of knowing wink you could probably see from space. This is all amplified by Michael Yeargan’s gorgeously elaborate set, which not only revolves to show the ‘backstage’ scenes but also leaves plenty of empty space on either side. We’re always aware of the ‘acto