Perth Theatre
Four stars
When the newly
crowned monarch gives the finger during his coronation, you know trouble ahead
is guaranteed from a clown prince gone dangerously off-message. This is exactly
what happens in the second half of Lu Kemp’s youthful-looking production of
Shakespeare’s most out-there history play. And when Joseph Arkley’s Richard
raises his be-gloved digit from the throne he’s been craving since the
beginning, it’s a punchline
of sorts to every shaggy dog story he’s set up before then.
Arkley’s Richard
cuts a lanky and malevolent dash from the off. Sporting
military great-coat and a sneer, he never over-plays his opening ‘Now is the
winter of our discontent’ speech, an easy to parody routine too often laced
with hysterical verbal and physical tics. Arkley’s approach is more subtle,
setting the tone for a quasi-contemporary reading of the play with a manner
that moves between Jack Whitehall style goofiness and the deadly gallows humour
of Dave Allen.
As dignitaries jet in and out of view to pick up the
pieces and take stock, Richard employs a gang of shell-suited gangsters led by
Michael Dylan and Martin McCormick’s blood-happy double act, who are all too
happy to doff their cap as they do Richard’s dirty work. Pulsed by the cracked foreboding of Stevie Jones’ brooding
sound design, it’s telling how the scarlet drapes of Natasha Jenkins’ abstraction-peppered
set keeps things increasingly out of view from the likes of Meg Fraser’s
breathlessly explosive Elizabeth and other dissenters.
The Spartacus
moment when Richard gets his come-uppance in the play’s final scene may suggest
unity, but in the end it shows how power works. Moreover, it
shows how those craving it will cling on to the coat-tails of any ideology that
will give them a leg up, however broken that ideology might be.
The Herald, March 26th 2018
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