SOURCE: "Judged Almost to Perfection," in The Times, London, May 27, 1994. p. 533.

What a delight Ian Judge's production more than compensates for the weird concoction—Orsino's court as Dartmouth Naval College, if you please—that masqueraded as Twelfth Night at this address three years ago. In Desmond Barrit we have the funniest Malvolio since Donald Sinden back in 1969 and in Emma Fielding as moving a Viola as I have seen since I can't say when. With Toby Stephens's Coriolanus doing wonderfully supercilious things with his nose, chin and voice at the Swan next door, this is proving an encouraging week both for the RSC and for tomorrow's British theatre.

"If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it," cries Clive Wood's fine Orsino from his cushions, sounding like a wine-buff who has had to subsist on tap-water for a year. There is plenty of...