SOURCE: A review of Twelfth Night in Journal of Canadian Studies/ Revue d'etudes canadiennes, Vol. XI, No. 1, February, 1976, pp. 56-8.

Over at the Festival Theatre, David Jones of the Royal Shakespeare Company directed an enjoyable Twelfth Night, straightforward and sunny, a production that left the more sombre areas unexplored—only once, I think, in Sir Andrew's response to Sir Toby's comtemptuous rebuke, did one of the flat characters for a fleeting moment become round. Much better than Stratford's first Twelfth Night (one twisted out of shape by Tyrone Guthrie's obsession with the play's darker side), it was less generally satisfactory than David William's jewel of a production in 1966. But if in some respects it was very remarkable indeed, and attained levels that Stratford had probably not reached before, it was made extremely uneven by extraordinary variation in the quality of individual performances. Tom Kneebone's Feste seemed to me...