David McVicar’s transition from opera to theatre is a disappointing one.

His production is not helped by Neil Bartlett’s uncomfortably re-jigged adaptation of the Dumas novel, setting all the action in the heroine’s apartment. Nor does the casting of Daniela Nardini in the title role seem particularly wise as she becomes increasingly challenged by the emotional [and acting] demands of the part.

However, she and Bartlett cannot be solely to blame for a production which is unmoving, painfully devoid of pace and which fails to capture the tragic movements of self-sacrifice and genuine passion.

The cast drift on and off Nicky Gillibrand’s stark and striking setting but fail to add to the momentum of the evening – it all feels like a rather pointless plod.

(Jonathan Richards)

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