Peter Gynt review: Meandering update of Ibsen's sprawling fantasy at National Theatre | London Evening Standard

This annoying Gynt is too lazy to make up myths, instead stealing the plots of old movies. (Some references will be lost on anyone under 50 who wanders in, I feel.) He ends up owning a golf course and a media empire, becoming an arms dealer and a guru, but the parallels with contemporary targets feel effortful.