Woyzeck, Old Vic review - John Boyega’s thrillingly powerful triumph

Welcome back, John Boyega. Less than a decade ago, he was an unknown budding British stage actor, then he took off as a global film star thanks to his role as Finn in Star Wars: The Force Awakens after his debut in Attack the Block, the comedy sci-fi flick.

After these extraterrestrial excursions, Boyega is now back to earth, playing the lead at the Old Vic in Georg Büchner’s 1837 classic, Woyzeck, translated this time by Jack Thorne, the playwright who wrote London’s two-part super-hit, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.

It’s a radical rewrite. Gone is a lot of the mystery and the poetry of the original. In their place is a contemporary, accessible version which emphasises realistic psychology (a lot of backstory detail) and social realism. The rewrite is justified by Büchner’s text, which is famously incomplete and fragmentary. Thorne includes some heightened passages from the original, which stick out a bit like bruised thumbs from the pervading ordinariness of the surrounding text. The result is an uneasy coexistence of elements, which might (at a pinch) be seen as mirroring the central conceit of the play, which is set around a British military base in Berlin in May 1981.

Joe Murphy’s production is coherent and extremely powerful

Stuck in a Cold War stalemate, Frank Woyzeck is a British soldier who lives with his common-law wife, Marie, above a halal abattoir in this divided city. Having disgraced himself while on active service in Northern Ireland, he has few friends and is not helped by the fact that the love of his life is an Irish Catholic. Talk about sleeping with the enemy. With a newborn baby, the couple are poor but initially happy. Frank has one mate, Andrews, whose sexual exploits provide some much-needed humour in what can be a depressing tale.

Despite the boredom of their routine (Frank and Andrews do a lot of guard duty), Woyzeck is not completely unpopular. His commanding officer, Captain Thompson, favours him, and, to raise money, he manages to persuade a German doctor, Martens, to let him participate in a drugs trial. But a combination of factors – the psychoactive drugs, his abusive foster-mother, worries about his child, his need to be loved by Marie, Andrews’ raging affair with Maggie, the Captain’s wife – gradually push Frank to the edge of a breakdown.If the text of the play is sometimes over-explicit, Joe Murphy’s production is coherent and extremely powerful. Tom Scutt’s brooding design uses huge industrial-type screens that trap the characters into darkened constrained spaces, while nightmarish imagery, from bright red exposed entrails to a redcoat evocation of the British Empire, illustrate Woyzeck’s descent into a mental hell. Boyega displays a great deal of muscular versatility in his journey from naïve low self-esteem, aware of his character’s shortcomings, through a dangerous anger to his final collapse. His physique is impressive; his expressivity covers the bases. He dominates the stage, using some pumped-up gestures (frequently slapping his own head), and the play is very much seen through his eyes. At the end, he achieves an Othello-like dignity in suffering.

At times all of the acting feels like it’s on steroids, and a sense of hyperactivity energises the whole cast. As Marie, Sarah Greene gets a lot out of a much-expanded role and convincingly shows a woman driven into a corner, while the crowd-pleasing sex scenes between Ben Batt and Nancy Carroll (Andrews and Maggie) are proudly, almost excessively vulgar. Steffan Rhodri (pictured above with Boyega) and Darrell D’Silva steer the Captain and the Doctor away from cartoonish exaggeration and towards a fractured humanity. As a picture of working-class men, this Woyzeck is powerful and effective; what gets lost is some of the poetry and subtlety of the original.

• Woyzeck at the Old Vic until 24 June
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