Gate, London: Plays from Noel Coward's Private Lives to Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? have anatomised the desperate, verbally (and sometimes physically) violent game-playing of long-term relationships of mutual hostility. But Strindberg's The Dance of Death, written in 1900, got there long before either of them, to provide a chilling, thrilling portrait of the dripping poison of m…
SOURCE: The Stage at 06:33AM on June 7, 2013