This is solo show taking the form of a confessional, in which Elizabeth the First unburdens herself to the audience, and I found it hard to enjoy. She ranges over her feelings on marriage and succession, her neighbours in Scotland and Europe, and on the influence of the divine on her sovereignty: weighty topics indeed, but it’s when the facade slips and the human frailty that lies behind can be glimpsed, that the performance comes alive. Sadly this is all too rare, and the quiet, introspective moments are marred by shrill, bombastic outbursts. Elizabeth’s own words are used, and it certainly adds authenticity, but it means the piece also presents a distinctly one-sided account of events, one that jarred with my understanding of history.

Assembly Roxy, until 31 Aug.
tw rating 2/5 | [Andrew Leask]