We first see Will suspended by the wrists and Kit by the ankles, pleading for their lives against charges of treason and blasphemy. Video screens (with the lurid green tinge of Charli xcx’s Brat) show them crying under torture. Then Will saunters on stage saying: “Yeah, that didn’t happen.” It’s 1591 and he’s the cautious, hard-working new kid on the block, with The Comedy of Errors and the lurid Titus Andronicus to his name. He’s got a wife and kids in Stratford-upon-Avon and a wider family with now-heretical Catholic beliefs.
Born With Teeth at Wyndham’s Theatre review: seductively clever work from Ncuti Gatwa
