Faustus: That Damned Woman

22nd Jan 2020 - 4th Apr 2020

Book Tickets


A man in jeweller's eyeglasses looks into a box that contians three smaller figures who are looking up at him.

By Christopher Marlowe. In a New Version by Rupert Goold with Ben Power

A co-production with Hampstead Theatre. Tour presented in association with Nuffield Theatre Southampton.

Heidelberg, Germany, 1509. John Faustus, doctor and scholar, pledges himself to the dark art of necromancy and vows to conjure the devil. So begins his descent into a world of demons and angels, a journey across space and time and a blood pact which jeopardises his eternal soul…

Hoxton, London, 2001. Jake and Dinos Chapman, artists and provocateurs, prepare to break the ultimate taboo, by ‘rectifying’ a priceless set of etchings by Francisco Goya. Confronting an act which cannot be undone, a statement of intent which cannot be taken back, the Brothers’ world changes forever…

Two universes collide in this radical reworking of Marlowe’s classic Dr. Faustus. From the white boxes of Britart to the gothic cathedrals of 16th Century Europe, from the Turner Prize ceremony to the lair of the seven deadly sins, Faustus and the Chapmans challenge the limits of life and art, risking everything in their pursuit of immortality. The two narratives begin independently but gradually seep into each other until both Marlowe’s characters and the world of contemporary art occupy the same hellish landscape.

Headlong Theatre’s vibrant and theatrically inventive production revitalises the original play and creates an new epic drama for the 21st Century.

  • This is hell, nor am I out of it
  • ★★★★★ One of the top 10 theatrical events of 2006 Time Out
  • ★★★★★ beautifully audacious and dazzlingly clever Financial Times
  • ★★★★ a smorgasbord of theatrical delights that takes the breath away Evening Standard
  • ★★★★ Devilishly Suggestive Independent
  • ★★★★ draws parallels between Marlowe's iconoclastic genius and the spirit of modern conceptual BritArt that take the breath away, and chill the blood The Scotsman