The water at Rovinj sea-port on the west coast of Croatia, historical Illyria, is still, clear and green-blue. Artisan jewellery is draped on the stucco walls and last night's wine bottles have been tidily placed on the window-sill for collection. Olivia has locked herself away; Orsino is dozily sighing in his lounge; and this static world is about to be violently interrupted by a catastrophic wreck.
Twelfth Night is a very resilient play. It takes whatever you throw at it and pushes back, sometimes in unexpected ways. It balances life and death, joy and despair, love and rejection, drunkenness and sobriety. I felt the lack of surtitles more keenly than I have at any other show, as the adaptation was obviously very loose, and I was disappointed at all the good jokes I was clearly missing.