An Ideal Husband, Vaudeville Theatre review - unsettled evening leaves blood on Wilde's drawing-room furniture

Across London last night politicians waited anxiously to hear their fates, and things were no different at the Vaudeville Theatre, where the ongoing Oscar Wilde season took a topical turn with An Ideal Husband.

Colliding drawing-room comedy and Victorian melodrama, the play is at worst uneven, but at best it has a violence that sets the bone china rattling. The stakes of this political satire are real and high, only further raised by the knowledge that Wilde’s own society idyll was about to be shattered. Before the play’s original run had ended he was arrested, trading rubbers of bridge and bon mots for Reading Gaol.

Freddie Fox’s lighter-than-air Lord Goring holds the play’s fragile comedy in the palm of his hand

You don’t cast Frances Barber as agent provocateur Mrs Cheveley (pictured below right) if you plan to soften the play’s harder edges, but in loosing this particular theatrical tiger into his drawing room director Jonathan Church risks upsetting more than the teacups.

Caged in the tight epigrams and still-tighter corsetry of Victorian comedy, Barber’s dramatic ferocity breaks out in unexpected directions. Striding around Simon Higlett’s kitschy sets (we open with Barbie’s gold-and-mirrors Versailles Dream House, with Lord Goring’s flat offering a brief cerise interlude in Barbie’s Opium Den) as though in army boots, Barber’s tread is equally heavy through the text.

But her rather strenuous weight is off-set by Freddie Fox’s lighter-than-air Lord Goring, who holds the play’s fragile comedy in the palm of his elegant hand throughout. The interplay between Goring and his father the Earl of Caversham is deliciously spiced by the real-life father-son pairing of Freddie and Edward Fox. The latter’s drawling delivery may be getting progressively more eccentric, but there’s a delicious energy between the duo – a sense of comfort, of ease among Wilde’s starched vowels and collars – that anchors an otherwise rather unsettled production that can’t decide if it wants to do affirmation-and-epigrams or something more serious.

Susan Hampshire’s Lady Markby, glinting with quality, sits awkwardly alongside Faith Omole’s costume jewel of a Mabel Chiltern, and for every moment of exquisitely pointed satirical probing there are smothering quarter-hours of glossy nullity.

The contemporary parallels of Wilde’s meticulous dissection of political hypocrisy, expediency and ambition, in which rising star politician Sir Robert Chiltern (a slightly soft-focus Nathanial Parker, pictured below, with Barber) finds himself blackmailed and brought to the brink of disgrace, make themselves. There was a particularly bitter laugh at Lady Markby’s declaration that, “our Society is terribly over-populated. Really, someone should arrange a proper scheme of assisted emigration.”But the still-sharp points of these barbs feel blunted by so much nostalgic affectation, reduced to joke-shop copies by so much camp. Where Fox, conjurer-like, produces some truth from the silk-lined pockets of the foppish Goring, Church can’t quite quite pull off the same trick. His satirical top-hat is empty, leaving the plot’s elaborate set-up making dramatic promises it just can’t keep. It may have been election week in London, but this empty bluster and political posturing feels like topicality taken a step too far.

• An Ideal Husband at the Vaudeville Theatre to 14 July
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