Surely that should be *Rodeo* and Juliet. There are three contradictory concepts at work in Sean Holmes’s boisterous staging of Shakespeare’s tale of star-crossed lovers, the most obvious of which is that it’s set for no apparent reason in the Wild West.
You’re distracted from compelling central performances – particularly Lola Shalam’s strident, standout Juliet - by all the Stetsons and six-guns, square dances and swinging saloon doors. There’s arguably scope to portray the warring Montagues and Capulets as settlers and native Americans (tricky) or feuding cowboy clans (easier), but there’s no attempt here to marry the text up with the design brief.
