FESTIVAL THEATRE, EDINBURGH The avuncular storytelling sage leavens seven-and-a-half-hours of myth-recounting with boyish enthusiasm and silly voices Stephen Fry is lying prostrate on the stage. It’s a pretext for telling the story of Odysseus, washed up on the shore and lying naked (he spares us the nudity), but there’s also a joke. The former QI frontman is now five and a half hours into his three-part show, with more than two hours to come, and he’s pretending to be exhausted. But nothing of the kind. Fry is his same unflappable self at the end of this adaptation of his bestselling retellings of the ancient Greek myths as he was at the start. He remains jovial, avuncular and head-spinningly capable of retaining the details of whole families of gods, heroes and men. Whenever a character has six children, he’ll be sure to namecheck them all. In one section responding to audience questions, he says he’d have loved to have done four or five shows – and you don’t doubt him. Continue reading...
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