Medea review – Sophie Okonedo is magnificent as ancient Greece’s preeminent rebel woman

Medea sits high up in the ancient Greek pantheon of rebel women: a murderous mother and conniving sorceress who exacts revenge by killing her own children. What is remarkable in this production is that Sophie Okonedo’s spurned wife is never an outright monster but rather a deeply wounded, highly strategic, stateswomanly figure; a formidable opponent to unfaithful husband, Jason, and almost upstanding in her anger. It is a magnificent performance.

So is Ben Daniels’ as Creon, Jason and Aegeus, to whom she runs for safety in Athens. Daniels is superb in each role but the final scene, depicting Jason’s grief, is immense and abject.

What seems like a formal, declamatory interpretation of the play at first becomes psychological and subtly subversive in Dominic Cooke’s hands. Robinson Jeffers’s celebrated adaptation has an epic quality but is more Shakespearean than Euripidean in its pace and poetry; the show runs over 90 minutes but is meditative rather than fevered.

There is no high concept behind the production, only ancient drama in modern dress. Vicki Mortimer’s set is an illuminated circle outside which are the women of Corinth (Jo McInnes, Amy Trigg and Penny Layden). They are witnesses to the violence, seated among us and unable to stop the rumble of fate. But they are also voyeurs, looking on at a woman’s dramatised pain, to which Medea refers at the start. “You’ve come, let me suppose... to peer at my sorrow,” she tells them and us.

Gareth Fry’s sound cranks up the tension with drums, rattles, alarms and helicopters overhead, while the violence is all the more horrific for remaining unseen. A staircase leading down to a basement allows us to hear the children’s screams as they are murdered without seeing them, just as the death of Jason’s new wife – poisoned by Medea – is delivered in a report of eye-watering brutality. The children (Oscar Coleman and Eiden-River Coleman on the final night in preview) are angelic, running on to stage doe-like and silent.

Meanwhile, Daniels’ characters circle the stage, chests out and muscular, as if showcasing heroic masculinity in motion, though they are also men circling their female prey.

Related: Sophie Okonedo: 30 years on stage, from the RSC to Broadway – in pictures

And Medea is as much victim as villain here; a foreigner in this land who talks about the immense sacrifices she has made for Jason – leaving her home, turning against her father and brother, aiding Jason’s search for the Golden Fleece. He returns her words with a coloniser’s arrogance. He, the unfaithful husband who has effectively left her facing exile, says he took her out of savagery from Colchis and brought her to civilisation in Greece. His new wife, Creon’s daughter, is repeatedly referred to for her golden hair and implicit is a sense that he has left Medea, the exotic other, to make a “proper” white marriage.

Medea begins the play on her knees in supplication to the men. The drama ends in reverse, Jason brought down in the final, terrible scene.

• Medea is at @sohoplace, London, until 22 April.