Radio review: Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk; The Confessions of Caminada; Democracy for Beginners
No one ever accused Lady Macbeth of a lack of ambition. Her Russian literary counterpart, though, is more of a desperate housewife from one of the darker corners of Wisteria Lane, where the sex is murderous and the career ladder begins and ends with power lunches.
House special today – poisoned mushrooms for the father-in-law. So begins the killing spree of Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk, inspired by Shakespeare’s arch manipulator, and sharing a instinct for murder as a means of social mobility.
This is the first BBC Radio 4 production from Wireless Theatre in addition to its fantastic work offering free access to new productions online at www.wirelesstheatrecompany.co.uk. Leskov’s 1865 novella, adapted by Marty Ross, forms the basis of an intriguing exploration of murder by the female hand. The grandiosity and lust for power exhibited by the original Lady M is not echoed in Katerina, Leskov’s Mtsensky minx, whose actions seem fuelled partly by hormones but mostly are a product of her environment.
She is the wrong gender living in the wrong time – apart from any happy accident of birth, her only currency is her marriageability. Katerina (played with sharp-tongued intensity by Rochenda Sandall) is in an unhappy, childless union with Zinovy (Harry Myers).
Although the fertility problem appears to be his, she is taunted by his father Boris (Trevor Cuthbertson), who, between jibes, runs the estate with his son. The tough rural environs and contempt for women are flagged up early when a maid is abused by workmen, whose lack of deference to lady of the manor Katerina would give Julian Fellowes palpitations.
In a pairing that isn’t quite Lady Chatterley, she falls for farmhand Sergei (Joe Armstrong, rough machismo failing to hide a fatal weakness), at which point Boris and then Zinovy are bumped off, the latter interred in the cellar walls. Surveying her husband’s corpse, Katerina tells her lover, “This just married us like no priest could”, indicating that her aim is domesticity with her horny-handed labourer. She is even content to let Zinovy’s young nephew inherit half the estate, but Sergei’s greed prevails and the young boy is suffocated.
It is not implied that Katerina’s actions are forgiveable. Under Cherry Cookson’s direction, the production is steeped in evil, curdling and warping even as Katerina dreams of yowling cats with Boris’ head – a reminder of Lady M’s guilt-ridden attempts to wash away invisible blood.
The play’s pace is relentless. Within half an hour, the couple are in chains en route to Siberia, where the River Volga awaits to accept more bodies. A longer slot than the Afternoon Drama would allow more consideration of its arresting themes.
By contrast, Christopher Reason’s The Confessions of Caminada, based on a real case by 19th-century Manchester detective Jerome Caminada, and broadcast as the Saturday Drama, would not have suffered in the shorter slot. The star here is not George Costigan’s doughty ’tec but Julia Ford’s pioneering Mrs Swinton, who, in 1889, is a fearless campaigner for justice and new social mores without once throttling a chippy street urchin.
The young and dispossessed are out in force in Democracy for Beginners, a feel-good debut radio play from TV scriptwriter Paul Dornan. When a seaside town’s council closes down its shabby youth hangout, the Dome (nice touch, that name), an unemployed graduate (Leah Brotherhead in a spirited performance) goes head-to-head with her councillor father (Jeremy Swift), unleashing a Twitter blizzard.
Despite the artifice of a conveniently uncovered ‘irregularity’ in the closure plans, rather than a more likely cash deficit, this is jolly fare, which marries character and plot pleasingly.
Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk, R4, Friday, October 4
The Confessions of Caminada, R4, Saturday, October 12
Democracy for Beginners, R4, Wednesday, October 16
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