Katharina – or Katharine, or Kate, or the Shrew, she isn’t sure which – is trapped. She laughs. She rails. She throws things. She reminisces. About her father, who never seemed to care. About her sister, who figured it all out better than she did. And - most and least - about her husband, who made it all happen and who destroyed it all in equal measure. She is equal parts funny, sad, and repulsive. She is a tragic figure stuck in comedy. She is waiting for her audience to come back.
Shrew is a new one-woman play – a wry, clever and provocative twist on Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew. It takes one of literature's most notorious, puzzling and disturbing women and probes her, shakes her up, and turns her inside out. It asks what it means to be someone, what it means to be a woman, and what it means to be trapped in our own underwhelming destinies.
A powerful, active performance that is one of the strongest I have seen at the Fringe so far.