Covent Garden, 1833. Edmund Kean, the greatest tragedian of his age, has collapsed while playing the title role in Othello at the Theatre Royal. His son, Charles, is all set to take over and has just prised the lid off a trusty tin of boot polish ready to smear dark grease all over his peachy white cheeks. But, instead, a black American actor, Ira Aldridge, is engaged to play the lead. Kean’s company are aghast by this affront to their man’s talent and authority. But his fiancée, Ellen Tree, who plays Desdemona, is smitten by the charismatic American and tries to embrace his realistic new emotional acting style.
This is the starting point for Lolita Chakrabarti’s wonderful new play, Red Velvet, at the Tricycle theatre. The play’s achievement is to animate the themes of racism without descending into preachiness or I-told-you-so sermonising. The writer has deftly taken the Shakespearean issues of racial prejudice and sexual prurience and relocated them to Victorian Britain.
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