This is not to suggest that South African director Farber, famous for her play Nirbhaya, about the 2012 Delhi bus rape and an adaptation of Strindberg's Miss Julie, set across colour lines in her post-apartheid homeland, strains for effect. The Old Vic production plays it dead straight: the design is wonderfully spare, the black costumes allowing for tableaux that recall the paintings of the Rembrandt school (the faces sometimes seem to hang, disembodied, in the air).
The story is firmly based in historical events, though it does not seek to be a history lesson. The drama's driving force is lust -- John Proctor's brief liaison with young Abigail Williams. But in an age of unreason, no sin must be forgiven and (Miller again) "old scores can be settled on a plane of heavenly combat".
The show's 3 ½-hour running time allows it to develop the requisite sense of menace as the play draws us into a world where a guilt unconfessed becomes a denial that can be expunged only by death.
Richard Armitage (Thorin Oakenshield in the Hobbit films) lacks Day-Lewis' subtlety but he is solid and convincing in the main role of John Proctor, whose climactic stand ("You have my confession; leave me my name. How can I live without my name?") is heart-breaking.
But he is well-matched by co-stars Samantha Colley, whose Abigail is more cocky than coquettish, and Adrian Schiller, terrific as a man whose doubts visibly corrode his soul.
It's a stunning production of one of the landmarks of 20th century theatre.
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