Director John Haidar is bold enough to play around with the text. The interval comes earlier than usual with a striking reimagining of Claudius’ prayer scene that is more Tarantino than the Bard of Avon. The surprise provides enough of a jolt to justify it. Likewise, later, Polonius is no longer stabbed behind the curtain by a sword. Hamlet shoots him in a closet with a mirrored door, the cracks in the glass spidering out from the bullet hole. It’s high-octane moments like this that helps make this production feel so vivid without straining to be contemporary.
There is a trippingly-fast pace throughout which seems to accelerate in the second half towards its tragic conclusion. This breathless tempo lends the events a wild momentum and for once Elsinore feels resonant of a state collapsing as one bad decision follows quickly on from the last. Who says a play over 400 hundred years old can’t be relevant to now?