There are plays that belong to their time, and then there are plays that will always keep finding us. Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman is firmly in the latter category, and in Neil Armfield’s extraordinary production, now making its final stop in Adelaide, Willy Loman’s American Dream feels less like history and more like a warning. Directed by Armfield with his trademark precision and restraint, this is a staging that trusts Miller’s words and, more importantly, trusts its actors to make those words hurt. Dale Ferguson’s striking set, evoking the bleachers of Brooklyn’s Ebbets Field, immediately places Willy’s obsession with sporting glory, success and being ‘well liked’ at the centre of the action. It is both stadium and memory, a place where dreams are celebrated, watched and ultimately dismantled. The decision to keep the ensemble visible in the bleachers gives the production an almost Greek-chorus quality, as though Willy’s past, present and imagined future are all watching him unravel. Niklas Pajanti’s lighting allows reality and memory to bleed seamlessly into one another, while Ferguson […]