"IT'S like Wimbledon," shouts one wag midway through the second half of Jennifer Dick's production of Shakespeare's island-set elegy, as a ground-sheet is dragged across the set after the show is halted two-thirds of the way in once the rain starts.
If ever there was a more appropriate play for the annual Bard in the Botanics season of open-air theatre, The Tempest is it.
It's a shame the elements have been against it to the extent that completing the play before the heavens open has been rare, because there is much to praise about Dick's approach. By concentrating on the play's magical aspects, it looks and feels like some long-lost off-cut from spectral filmmaker Kenneth Anger's archive.
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