Tuesday, April 14, 2026

JULIUS CAESAR

Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare. Directed by Peter 

Evans. Bell Shakespeare. the Playhouse, Canberra Theatre Centre. April 10-18. 

 

Under tall smudged red panels that recall the wall paintings of Pompeii Bell Shakespeare’s latest Julius Caesar is an absorbing version.  There’s  an olive tree (symbol of peace in a play full of conflict?) and  the odd striking shaft of light (lighting designer Amelia Lever-Davidson) across the red walls. The costumes (designer Simone Romaniuk) are modern but have echoes of old Roman lines and drapes. 

 

There’s a certain amount of cross gender casting but Shakespeare himself had single gender casts and many tall schoolgirls have found themselves playing Caesar or Brutus. What matters is the performances and here they are strong and clear. 

 

A steady but self deluded Brutus from Brigid Zengeni is well matched by the contrast of Leon Ford’s irritable and fierce Cassius. Caesar’s elegant wife Calphurnia (Ava Madon) sees her nightmares about the dangers to her husband swept away by his arrogant reasoning and the devious challenge to his courage by conspirator Decius (James Lugton). Brutus’s wife Portia (Jules Billington) pleads lovingly but cannot penetrate Brutus’s deflections about the lethal plans that are being made.

 

Mark Anthony (Mark Leonard Winter) emerges as a man with the gift of an eloquence which will sway a crowd more than Brutus’ educated logical reasonings. 

 

And veteran Peter Carroll lights up the stage every time he appears, particularly early in the piece as the beautifully dry and cynical Casca.

 

Caesar himself (Septimus Caton) is a quite magnificently tall despot in a toga. When he falls he has a long way to go. It’s an impressive image.

 

This killing leaves the conspirators covered in blood. It’s very clear when Mark Anthony comes in who has taken part.

 

The military later part with its suicides and and defeats and the quarrel between Brutus and Cassius has the right feeling of the inevitable. 

 

The one true casualty in the script is that marvellous brief scene where Cinna the poet is mistaken for Cinna the conspirator and murdered by the Roman mob looking for vengeance after Caesar’s assassination. It is a cut that is questionable but it seems to have a history. You won’t find it in either the 1953 film with James Mason as Brutus or the 1970 one with Charlton Heston as Mark Anthony. But it did figure large in the classrooms of the 1950s and it is a short and brutal snapshot of the citizens of Rome let loose after the assassination. 

 

However, do not let that put you off. This is an imaginative and sensitive production where the actors might wander into the audience and the scale of things can be domestic as well as political. Director Peter Evans (who also designed that moody dark red Pompeiian set) has created a human and moving look at the play that is well worth a visit to the Playhouse.


Alanna Maclean