‘Frankenstein’:Part of the National Theatre Live programme
14th June, 2012
“Did I request thee, Maker from my clay
To mould Me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?” John Milton, Paradise Lost
I cannot believe that I was narrow minded enough to dismiss the National Theatre’s forthcoming production of Frankenstein when the Pre-booking season landed in my email -inbox. Visions were conjured of the “Hammer Horror” Boris Karloff with a bolt through his neck leaping from the bowels of the stage. Perhaps I had doubts, too, of the Oscar-winning director Danny Boyle’s directorial debut here. Luckily, there was an opportunity to see the production, albeit, through NT Live. Phew!
I loved teaching the novel to 15 year old boys who were particularly engaged with ideas about Nature and human fallibility. Interestingly, Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” is subtitled “or, the modern Prometheus”. The boys loved the Greek legend which tells of Prometheus, the Titan who created the human race against the wishes of the gods – his experiment. Zeus punished him by binding him to a rock in the Caucasus and sending an eagle to eat his liver (which grew back every day so the punishment would be everlasting). The subtitle of Shelley’s novel clearly casts Victor Frankenstein in the role of Prometheus. Like the Titan, Frankenstein creates a man and gives him life, and, also like Prometheus, he ultimately endures great torment.
Boyle’s focus is the torment. The opening fifteen minutes delivers a fine piece of physical theatre with the galvanised genesis of the Creature (Cumberbatch) in a startling nude tour de force. A haunting overlay of the Underworld‘s soundtrack reinforces that this ‘birth’ of an adult is not natural; he struggles with horrible spasms and tremors. Cumberbatch inhabits his monster, contorting his body in painful yet visceral contortions; I could not help but wonder whether his body could sustain weekly performances. Continue reading Frankenstein: a stage adaptation by Nick Dear of Mary Shelley’s novel