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| Photo by Rob Maccoll for Queensland Theatre Company. |
While strictly
not Shakespeare, Michael Gow’s adaptation of Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus fused the Elizabethan tragedy with Goethe’s Faust, as well as fragments of puppetry,
opera, video projections and a devilishly good dose of audacity, while seeming
to utilise every theatrical style imaginable. John Bell dancing in a steel-blue
suit as Mephistopheles, Ben Winspear’s rock-god Faustus; a trio of devils
singing a Schubert lieder, and a
beautifully school-girlish Gretchen in Kathryn Marquet,
gave us a vision of hell quite unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It was
sexy, dangerous, edgy and above all, deliciously good fun.
