The Red Shoes
By Benedict Nightingale for The Times
FORGET the sweetly sad film Michael Powell made in 1948. Ditch the memory of Moira Shearer self-destructing through the claims of love and ballet. The show Cornwall’s enterprising Kneehigh Company brought last year to the Battersea Arts Centre, and are now reprising in Hammersmith, owes a lot more to Hans Andersen and the traditions of rough theatre — but also something to political correctness.
A majestic panto dame, relevant because he/she embodies the unconventional freedoms Emma Rice’s production is promoting, oversees the revels of four figures dressed in grimy vests and pants. They all look innocent, woebegone, helpless, abject, but Bec Applebee’s Girl more so, which is important, as she doesn’t exactly decide to put on red shoes and dance in church. click for more