How long is doctor faustus at the globe

Faustus's idea is that he will let the devil have his soul in exchange for 24 years of service from Mephistopheles and a luxury lifestyle. Rather astutely, the devil insists on a contract which has to be signed in blood. After that, it's a kind of mixed bag of events before Faustus eventually gets dragged off to hell to serve out the rest of eternity moaning and wailing in fiery torments, or whatever happens in hell. You can probably imagine that this would all have been rather scary for the Elizabethan audiences who were preoccupied with religion and the afterlife.

Nowadays, the spiritual dimension is upstaged by the more comedic elements here, since modern audiences are less likely to be worried about what will happen to their soul after the final curtain comes down. This is the next play in the 'Word is God' season at the Globe. It actually turns out to be as much a farce as anything else. Good and bad angels, two huge dragons, some furry, oversized goats on stilts and a couple of odd looking creatures that Lucifer trails around with him are included in the cast.

Choreographer : Georgina Lamb. Magic Consultant : Richard Pinner. Fight Director: Kate Waters. Directed for the screen: Ian Russell. Bad Angel : Charlotte Broom. Duke, Frederick : Michael Camp. Lucifer, Pope Adrian : Nigel Cooke. Mephistopheles : Arthur Darvill. Dr Faustus : Paul Hilton. Helen, Pride : Sarita Piotrowski. Benvolio, Second Scholar: Will Mannering. Robin, Alexander : Pearce Quigley. Hostess, Lechery : Iris Roberts. Sign In.

Comedy Drama. Directors Matthew Dunster Ian Russell. Christopher Marlowe. See more at IMDbPro. Photos 2. Add image. Top cast Edit. Michael Camp Duke as Duke …. Richard Clews Dick as Dick …. Nigel Cooke Lucifer as Lucifer …. Jonathan Cullen Valdes as Valdes …. Arthur Darvill Mephistopheles as Mephistopheles.

Paul Hilton Dr. But this Doctor Faustus needs a helping hand with sepulchral atmosphere. Matthew Dunster 's production has its charms, including Paul Hilton's vain Faustus, some strong set pieces and an amusing clown in Pearce Quigley — but it musters little by way of divine terror.

You leave feeling you have plumbed the contents of the theatre's wardrobe department, not the depths of the spiritual abyss. The problem is partly that we don't believe in hell any more.

So it's easy to relate to Faustus's initial scorn of the concept, and hard to credit his deathbed fear.