
Prometheus had it easy. Changed to a giant rock, screaming and writhing, he still has it better than the audience watching James Kerr's static and heavy-handed production of the play that bears his name. The production's Prometheus, however, is a thing of wonder; David Oyelowo is easily one of the most competent classical actors working today. At thirty, his voice boasts a stentorian lilt common in actors twice his age, and his commanding presence almost manages to take your mind off of the evening's plodding proceedings. Sadly, he is surrounded by a weak ensemble, with each performer coming off as less graceful and more histrionic then the last. It makes this Prometheus Bound, a play where the central characters are gods, as earthbound as ever.
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