I would have gone to see this production on the strength of the cast alone, but this new production of Miller's HUAC-era play was unexpectedly powerful and moving. Stripped away from its colonial-era setting and instead acted against an industrial-institutional backdrop ("all we are is just another brick in the wall!"), the focus falls clearly on the two men and two women whose human frailties condemn them to tragic fates. Once again we are asked to question authority, blind belief, personal ethics, and the meaning of self-sacrifice in the face of genuine evil. It is heartbreaking that Miller's work is, once again, so timely.
Ben Whishaw's brooding face is knotted with guilt, sadness and his inability to return his world to some semblance of reason. His struggle runs parallel, but does not intersect the suffering of his wife, played with intense, understated dignity by Sophie Okonedo. When they finally touch---much too late in the play to save each other----their mutual respect, despite their profound physical and emotional hurt, is riveting. Ciara Hinds, the most wonderful and uncelebrated actor of the past two decades, looks on with mocking disinterest, and Saoirse Ronan, whose vengeful wildcat instigated the chaos, watches the tragedy unfold, her face turned away, a sly, almost-smile on her face.
"The Crucible" is required reading in many school districts, and too often the focus falls on issues of adultery and Puritan authority. This production moves beyond sexual desire to a desire to recover human dignity when societal authority, which one would assume exists to create and protect the dignity of the individual and the group, runs amok. I greatly enjoyed this play and recommend it strongly.