This punky, feminist refocusing of a supposed 17th-century English bewitching is fresh, exhilarating and enormous fun. Three women in white sports gear and occasional animal masks spray mud, blood and maple syrup across a bare stage. The story is studded with anachronisms, comic accents and occasionally breaks into beautiful, ominous folksong.
Sloganeering captions scroll across the white backdrop while historian Lydia Higman narrates and strums rock riffs on an electric guitar. Though scrappy and slight, Gunter makes a sharp point about how women’s stories are prioritised by history. It feels more exciting than anything I’ve seen at the Royal Court for a while.
