The Tempest begins with a shipwreck and a hard-to-follow, panic-inducing speech. The scene could be a template for Jamie Lloyd’s production. It is hard to imagine a staging that mingles so much bombast with so much fog.
The casting coup is Sigourney Weaver as Prospero. She is flat: not only unsure of her lines but apparently uncertain of what a line is, delivering phrases as if she were measuring portions on a plate, without a roll or much driving sense.
