Shakespeare is fascinated with intricately opposed psychological states – again and again, people seem one thing, but prove another. In Measure for Measure, he probes that duality with zeal. Angelo doesn’t assume office as a knowing hypocrite – he believes himself upright, discovers the worst in himself when temptation calls in the form of novice nun Isabella, pleading for the life of her fornicator brother Claudio.

In productions that leave you reeling, the exchanges between the pair have a force of lid-rattling emotional turmoil. Memorable portrayals – I’m thinking of Daniel Evans or Alex Jennings – show a man whose sense of himself cracks under sexual pressure: “She speaks and ‘tis such sense that my sense breeds with it” is like a depth-charge.

But here, playing Angelo as a buttoned-up bureaucrat with a clipboard, Ashley Zhangazha registers the about-turn as a logical step, not a body-blow. The same man – given to a throttled, staccato delivery – continues to stand before us, shifty but essentially self-composed. Likewise, as Isabella, Georgia Landers brings an even-handed lucidity, rather than a defensive fanaticism, to retorts like “Better it were a brother died at once than that a sister, by redeeming him, should die for ever.” The words don’t sound heartfelt.

That might be a matter of training. But I think the problem is with the production, which relishes distinctive mannerisms and rushes the critical moments, weakening the reality of mortal jeopardy. Hattie Ladbury’s Duke (here referred to with feminine pronouns) has a fitful, stilted speech, Eloise Secker’s Pompey tosses off her lines in a deadpan monotone, while Daniel Millar’s idiot constable Elbow milks his early scene for laughs with a malfunctioning loud hailer, displaying all the subtlety of Benny Hill.

There are moments when my reservations evaporated – Ishia Bennison is simply very funny as the prisoner Barnardine, pleading drunkenness as an excuse not to be hanged. But for all its retro apparel, this is not a vintage night, and, for the future health of Shakespeare in performance, the Globe badly needs something more than middling.

Until Jan 15. Tickets: 020 7401 9919; shakespearesglobe.com