Theater Review: Richard III

In their current production of Richard III, Shakespeare’s most over-the-top masterpiece, the Nicu’s Spoon company takes the adventurous step of casting a disabled actor in the title role. Henry Holden drags and clanks about the stage using crutches and an artificial leg, diminutive (though not hunchbacked), leather-faced, red-eyed, suitably monstrous but painfully human. Director Heidi Lauren Duke doesn’t need to take liberties with the text to show how Richard’s evil nature could have come from a lifetime of being shunned for his deformity. And she and Holden make good use of the crutches, the leg, and the actor’s entire frame as in-your-face props.

As a Shakespearean actor, Mr. Holden has limitations. He can’t (or chooses not to) reconcile his angular New York accent with the rhythms of the text. This becomes a bigger issue in conjunction with the production’s other innovation: Holden speaks Richard’s lines only when alone on stage. In dialogue, another actor, standing in the corner with a lamp and a book, reads Richard’s parts while Holden mimes.

On the strength of his voicings, Andrew Hutcheson, who does the line readings, seems a fine actor, and I would really like to see him in a full-fledged classical theater role. But the contrast between Holden’s New York speech patterns and Hutcheson’s beautiful enunciation of “standard American” Shakespeare-speak is distracting.

Also, because Hutcheson is so good, the eye is too often drawn to him when it should be focussed on the physical Richard on the stage – but that Richard is mum. The idea is to make Richard’s two-faced nature explicit. But in a small box theater, where the audience is practically in the midst of the action, the conceit stumbles. It might work better in a larger theater with a proscenium stage.

In other ways the production makes very good use of the space. Victoria Roxo’s set design and Steven Wolf’s lighting adeptly turn the floor from throne room into Tower prison into battlefield. There’s very little stage furniture – just a small archway and a couple of things to sit on. One of the latter, in synchronicity with the new Transformers movie, changes splendidly from a chair into a stepladder. Their stolid woodenness, along with Richard’s crutches and leg, emphasize the pure physicality of the action, which heightens the sense of immediacy in the production’s best scenes, many of which occur in the latter half of the play: Richard’s crowning; his eerie dream sequence; the powerfully and silently played later murders; and the battle scene and Richard’s final comeuppance.

For these and other crucial moments, Sarah Gromko provides an eclectic and effective palette of music, from Renaissance dances to ambient synthesized sounds to punk rock and death metal. This is not one of those modern-dress Shakespeares where people are trying too hard to modernize. Harsh rock music, piercings, leather pants and so forth reflect and enhance the mood of this grim, bloody story.

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The bard gets mixed results from this cast. Amber Allison is powerfully touching as Lady Anne. Simultaneously solid and reedy, she does well in a range of smaller roles too, although her femininity makes her portrayal of the murderer Tyrell a little hard to believe. (It’s difficult to entirely avoid that kind of problem when putting on a play like this with a small cast.) Meanwhile, movie producers who’d like, but can’t afford, Orlando Bloom might want to take a look at the talented Jason Loughlin, who brings gravity and luminous magnetism to the roles of Clarence and Richmond.

But Wynne Anders, as the spectral and half-mad Queen Margaret (dressed up here like Mimi on The Drew Carey Show), chews her lines to the point of lockjaw, playing Margaret as so continuously thick with anger that Shakespeare’s language gets mired in the venom like bugs in amber. There’s over-the-top, and then there’s fallen off the cliff. And in the important role of Queen Elizabeth, Rebecca Challis pours out her lines so fast they are often incomprehensible. One really wishes she’d slow down just a little, because she’s obviously very talented. Elizabeth is the emotional center of the play, and Challis is brilliantly emotional.

Finally, Jim Williams is a curious case. As Buckingham, Richard’s co-conspirator, he’s lightweight and uninteresting. As King Edward he’s spectacular. Verily, the head spins.

There’s a good deal to like about the production, especially in the second half when tension mounts and the pace quickens. Duke, along with the imaginative fight choreographer S. Barton-Farcas and the intent, muscular, and highly mobile cast, convincingly evoke an England darkened by Margaret’s curses. One’s heart is wrung by the passions of Ann and Elizabeth and the dying King Edward, and one can almost hear the armies massed along the coast. And, as the producers intended, we come to know a Richard whose disability has engulfed and twisted his character. If only one could focus more surely on the man himself, crutching across the stage.

Through July 29 at the Spoon Theater, NYC. Tickets online or call 212-352-3103.

3 thoughts on “Theater Review: Richard III

  1. Hey John,

    I really enjoyed reading your very thoughtful and insightful review of Richard III.

    Sorry you didn’t like my Buckingham, but very pleased what you had to say about my King Edward. You may or may not know, the character of Buckingham was severely cut–amidst my hearty protestations–by the director, Heidi Loren Duke. I felt she cut all the meat from the character and left only what was necessary to advance the plot. She was desperate to cut running time.

    Ignoring the suggestions of the Artistic Director for more judicious cuts 2 weeks before opening, she panicked when she found the show running well over 3 hours on the first run through 2 nights before opening.

    Personally, I found it quite interesting to note how much Ms. Duke cut from the male roles–in the interest of paring down the running time–and left most of the long speeches of the female roles intact. Sour grapes maybe, but it sure made it difficult to play Buckingham with the cuts she gave me.

    In any case, I quite agree with your comments about the “co-playing” of Richard. You may be interested to know, this was not the original intention of the show. The week before opening, the director and Artistic Director panicked when they realized Richard was not learning his lines. Again, much to my protestations, they chose what I consider to be a major artistic blunder, which you call a “conceit” that “stumbles.”

    Actually, I blame this on the director. Rather than using Mr. Holden’s strengths and trusting him, she tried to browbeat him into her preconceived notion of a Shakespearian actor. When rehearsing alone without Ms. Duke, he knew his lines and cues. But as soon as she arrived and began directing/browbeating him, he crumbled.

    Personally, I would never work again with Ms. Duke. She is a very smart, intelligent director. But she needs to learn how to talk to her actors, to trust her actors and to let go of her preconceived ideas.

    I would like to see Mr. Holden tackle this role again. It might be interesting to see a NY Jewish Richard in the form of Mr. Holden. He’s a real mencsh!

    All in all, a great review!

    Jim Williams (Buckingham, 2nd Murderer, King Edward, Oxford, Dead King)

  2. Jim, thanks for your gracious and informative comment. It’s always interesting to hear a bit about what happens behind the scenes. I didn’t have any idea that the original plan wasn’t to split the part of Richard, although I suspected something curious was up when I got the request to postpone attending past the originally announced press dates.

    It also is now clear why Buckingham seemed somewhat incomplete – I hadn’t had time to bone up on Richard III before seeing this production, as I usually like to do with classical theater, so wasn’t fully cognizant of how much the part had been cut.

  3. It’s interesting that Jim should complain about someone cutting his lines. When I saw him on opening night, he had trouble remembering them and saying them in the proper order. God save us if he had any more to say.

    Most rehearsal periods are not long enough to cover three hours of material, so most of Shakespeare’s plays should be cut. Save your four hour Hamlet for when you have the time and resources to do it properly.

    Jim, you should quit lashing out at others for your less than stellar performance. Just take your knocks, and move on to the next show.


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