I love the Henry VIs, but I didn’t really “get” Part Three until I saw it last weekend, when it blew my fucking socks off.
Photo (c) Marc Brenner
I love the Henry VIs, but I didn’t really “get” Part Three until I saw it last weekend, when it blew my fucking socks off.
Photo (c) Marc Brenner
The less said about this, the better. They cut all the best bits, made the funny bits melodramatic and how do you cock up a play with witches, pirates and Jack Cade?
Henry VI, Part Two (or, as we renamed it during the interval, “The Warrior Queen, or Jack Cade and the Temple of Doom”) is my all-time favourite Shakespeare play, so believe me when I tell you it takes a lot for a production to bore me. One of my companions likened yesterday’s show to a very accomplished school play, which isn’t too far off the mark.
This was silly, playful and sometimes eerie, which is exactly right for the Henry VIs.