Adrian Edmondson's chilling and slyly humorous, camp (no, not the concentration camp but a camp manner) commandant is called Grandma because he sits in a corner knitting in the evenings. His real name is unknown. Edmondson's performance, full of easy patter, is sinister and makes you shudder as you laugh, a not entirely comfortable feeling.
English Touring Theatre has paired up with The Theatre Royal at Stratford East to bring us a thrilling production of Equus which is as brilliantly acted as it is choreographed. I saw the 1973 production of Equus at the National Theatre and remembered the horses played by people with horse heads as being ground breaking in terms of movement.