His rhetoric is ornate, almost poetic, where the young men’s speech is blunt and unrooted in the period. Turner’s production has the restless energy of REM sleep, where strange symbols occur: a dagger, a giant cake, a sweaty sackful of roots, fats and snacks. The Captain makes much of having a “consecrated chapel” – suggesting God is on the Serbian side – but at one point seems literally to emit sulphur.
Archduke at Royal Court: An amusing look at young male radicalisation
