Tom Stoppard’s
reputation for virtuosic displays of linguistic and intellectual gymnastics has
held its ground for the past fifty-odd years, and one of his earliest plays – Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern Are Dead – is perhaps the first time we see his talent on
display. Described variously as ‘Beckettian,’ ‘absurdist,’ or ‘absurdist
existentialism,’ the play takes place in the wings of Hamlet, and asks what Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (those
relatively minor and interchangeable characters) are doing throughout the
course of the play while they’re not on stage. By turns funny, strange, witty,
and head-scratchingly dense, the play has become one of Stoppard’s enduring crowd-favourites,
and is presented here by independent company Furies
in a sparse-but-not-empty production.