Would you go to SE18 to have Helena Bonham Carter whisper a gothic bedtime yarn in your ear? That’s effectively the offer of Punchdrunk’s underwhelming new show, in which the actress’s recorded voice, playing over headphones, guides small groups of barefoot punters through a series of scenarios from the story of a doomed princess.
There are exquisite miniature models, 2-D silhouette cutouts, lifesized stage-sets both folkloric and modern, all unpeopled. You and your fellow travellers are led to them through a labyrinth of corridors and antechambers, created in the immersive-theatre pioneers’ vast HQ in the former Woolwich Arsenal buildings.
