Robert Cohen’s single-handed portrayal of Hamlet’s cynical and at times world-weary uncle (or mayhaps father!) Claudius was both entertaining and intellectually-satisfying.

A side-lined, much-maligned character, Claudius was given both breath and breadth through Robert’s precisely-delivered and carefully-worded monologue.

Although the idea of writing from a minor character’s point of view is nothing new, Claudius’ take on Hamlet’s alternately manic and “mopey” state, Ophelia’s “wet and wispy nature” and his abiding adoration of the glorious Gertrude “my lady wife, the love of my life,” added new spice to a tragic set of circumstances that still intrigue today.

Hamlet may not be “much of a one for carousing,” but director Jenny Rowe’s production imbued his evil elder with a mischief and a lust for life that, despite the twists and turns of the Danish court, remain undimmed until his denouement, marked subtly by the tightening of a red scarf about his throat.

Four stars