“Quite a few people kept saying to me: ‘Oh, are you going to sing that song? The Kate Bush song?’” laughs McCormick, whose risqué, in-your-face hit solo shows often involve bursting into song. “I was like, ‘Um, no. That would be really cringe. This is a legitimate acting job.’”
The casting makes sense. In her live shows, the actor and performance artist is feral, brazen and provocative – quite unlike her gentler and more vulnerable real self, as she natters away like a long-lost friend from her flat in London’s Woolwich. [...]
“What Cathy is going through is essentially a nervous breakdown,” she explains. “I’ve always been drawn to tragic characters. In my shows, I’m trying to figure out the tragedy of life, and doing that through comedy.”
Emma Rice’s production opens at Bristol Old Vic later this month before touring to the National Theatre. McCormick describes it as “brilliantly camp and theatrical… drama with a big ‘D’”. It has a big crossover, she adds, with her own work – “balancing the tragic and the comic and finding a certain kind of irreverence”.
She’s trying not to overthink the famous role – and instead, to bring herself to it. “The character is a lesson really in sort of repressed emotion,” she explains, “and lying to yourself, and having too much pride.” Cathy betrays herself and Heathcliff by marrying Edgar Linton – despite knowing Heathcliff is her “soulmate”, as McCormick puts it. “It’s also true, of course, that she is trapped in a patriarchal system. And she feels that she doesn’t really have that many choices. But it was interesting to me that she doesn’t repent for a lot of really awful behaviour.” [...]
Wuthering Heights is Rice’s fifth production: it’s an all-singing, all-dancing show, but “very much inspired by the period”, says McCormick, with an ensemble playing the Yorkshire moors “like a Greek chorus”.
It’s only to be expected that McCormick has an off-beat moment when she breaks into a rock song, “Look Up”. It happens around the time of Cathy’s famous speech: “I am Heathcliff! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
“She’s grappling with the decision she’s made [to marry Linton],” says McCormick. “It feels like this exorcism. And then it goes back into the story and back into the kind of more quiet music.” (Charlotte Cripps)
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