A critic review of this production commented that the male actors were frequently outperformed by their own wigs. I can only agree; but the blame seemed to lie more with the paceless direction than the limits of the cast. Difficult to find anything to laugh at here, yet the slowness of it allowed me time to count several jokes in the opening scene and watch each one fall flat. I was already running out of patience when we got as far as the Princess and her ladies, and this was where I switched off in disgust: yet again, rather than cast a black thespian in a black role, they chose to apply some heavy tan to a white person. Honestly, if they weren't going to at least try to respect whatever Shakespeare was trying to do, why bother at all?