First transmitted 16th January 1983
Ron Cook's Richard III takes triumphant centre stage |
Peter Benson (King Henry VI/Priest), Antony Brown (Sir Richard Ratcliffe), David Burke (Sir William Catesby), Michael Byrne (Buckingham), Anne Carroll (Jane Shore), Paul Chapman (Rivers/Archbishop of Canterbury), Ron Cook (Richard III), Rowena Cooper (Queen Elizabeth), Arthur Cox (Lord Grey/Lord Mayor/Sir Christopher Urswick), Annette Crosbie (Duchess of York), David Daker (Lord Hastings), Brian Deacon (Second Citizen/First Messenger/Richmond), Jeremy Dimmick (Young York), Tenniel Evans (Lord Stanley/Archbishop of York), Derek Farr (Sir Robert Brackenbury/Surrey/Scrivener/Third Citizen/Bishop of Ely), Dorian Ford (Edward V), Julia Foster (Queen Margaret), Derek Fuke (Second Murderer/Sir Thomas Vaughan/Fourth Messenger), Alex Guard (Dorset), Bernard Hill (First Murderer/Sir William Brandon/Sheriff), Paul Jesson (Clarence/Pursuivant/Third Messenger), Patsy Kensit (Lady Margaret), Oengus MacNamara (Halberdier/Lord Lovell/First Messenger), Brian Protheroe (Edward IV/Sir Walter Herbert/Second Messenger), Nick Reding (Ghost of Prince Edward), Stephen Rooney (Edward Plantagenet), Zoe Wanamaker (Lady Anne), Mark Wing-Davey (Sir James Tyrell/Sir James Blunt/First Citizen), Peter Wyatt (Norfolk/Keeper/Messenger)
Director: Jane Howell
Is there a more famous tour-de-force role in theatre than Richard III? Sure, Hamlet and Lear are challenging and engrossing roles and there are plenty of Mercutios and Malvolios lining the rest of the plays – but for sustained grandstanding impact, giving the actor the scope to really let rip it’s hard to think of many parts that beat out Tricky Dicky. Throw in the added frisson (even more so today) of Richard’s increasing number of advocates and the actor playing him is usually lined up to tear the screen or stage up, gleefully embroiling the audience in his deadly plans.
But it’s precisely that force of personality – the great man
theory of history if you will – that Jane Howell’s productions have been
pushing against. Again and again Henry VI
had reminded us that, bad or good, rich or poor, lord or peasant, we all meet
death in the same way – with a frustrated monologue at the futileness of war
and death. Henry VI time and again
saw characters believe they were the masters of their destiny only to be chewed
up and spat out by the meat grinder of the War of the Roses. So it’s those same
themes that are carried through (highly successfully) in this production of Richard III, a striking re-imagining of
the play – not least because it is presented uncut (a very rare first) and
positively luxuriates in all the references back to the preceeding three plays
in the cycle (references nearly always cut from stand-alone productions).
This is clear most of all in the characterisation of Richard
himself. Even today the role is almost synonymous in people’s minds with
Olivier’s 1955 performance. Olivier virtually wrote the book on the character –
and defines what people expect when they watch the play. It’s quite something
then for Ron Cook and Howell to fly in the face of this and present a softly
spoken, quietly bitter, in many ways weak-willed and indecisive Richard, willing
to play second-fiddle to Buckingham. From his opening speech this low-key
bitter wryness is key, with little attempt to woo the audience (something he is
reluctant to do throughout). He is a man in a hurry – he often turns to the
audience to repeat one extra point, like a homicidal Columbo. His wooing of
Anne is the closest we get to a virtuoso performance – but even then the
counterfeit of pain feels more like redirected anger against the world –
particularly his vicious condemnation of Anne’s (perceived) shallowness. Cook
is no seducer here – his frustration (and inability to hide this) are all too
clear when later trying to win Elizabeth to his cause. Although he starts the
play by chalking its title on the wall like some sort of executive mission
statement, he gradually throughout feels less and less the master of his own
destiny.
Cook’s Richard also has an interesting relationship with
Buckingham. In A2 S1 Richard easily enforces his dominance over the other
anti-Rivers lords and in A2 S2 brazenly embraces his nephew and niece (fresh
from ordering the murder of their father Clarence). But he seems to allow
Buckingham to drive the conspiracy, following (or giving the impression he is
following) this ambitious fixer’s lead. In A3 S5 he plays the tearful victim of
Hastings, comforted and steered by an elder brother Buckingham (although
Buckingham and Richard are united in amusement at the pompous and cowardly
Mayor, barely able to repress their satisfied laughter). Cook’s Richard is
willing to be the tool, far from the domineering force of nature he is often
portrayed as. It’s only in A3 S7 where – in a wonderfully stage managed scene –
he throws Buckingham off by waiting longer than expected to accept the Crown (notably
irritating Buckingham at this deviation from the script). Perhaps, Cook’s
performance suggests, he then throws Buckingham aside out of an insecurity and complicated
lack of self-esteem – he almost can’t keep people close to him, so terrified is
he of being rejected by them. Richard hates to be a figure of fun – he is
furious and unsmiling when teased by the young York in A3 S1 (particularly in
the amusement of the lords) and seems totally incapable of forming
relationships with either his followers or his peers – his cold and abrupt
manner from the start of A3 S4 before sending Hastings to his death is all about
establishing himself as the alpha male and has no connection to building feelings
of loyalty.
More than any other Richard I’ve seen, this one falls apart
as soon as the diadem sits on his head. As king he is a nervous wreck. We’ve
already talked about his inability to handle Queen Elizabeth with anything but
impatience, but already in that scene he’s been shocked and crushed by a tongue
lashing from his mother, and follows it with a tension-filled over-reaction to
the messengers. By A5 he is twitchy, peppering his speech with awkward pauses
as if uncertain what to say – lost in the double isolation of power and being
hated by everyone. Camera angles repeatedly accentuate his shortness. Contrasted
with Richmond’s coolness, his wild-eyed, sweaty unsettledness infects his
followers, finally collapsing into a near-schizophrenic conversation with
himself after his nightmare, almost unable to look at the camera. Going into
Bosworth, he clearly lacks confidence and has nothing left but the same chippy
anger at the world that, Howell and Cook suggest, was his main motivation in
the first place. This makes Richard almost a tragic “hero” – he seems as much
blown and buffeted by the winds of fortune and nature as his victims in this
play, and finally seems to find himself locked into a familiar pattern (as
King) of rebellion, overthrow and death that affected his three predecessors.
We’ve literally seen this story before and, like Richard, know exactly how it’s
going to end.
If I dwell on Richard, it’s because this play is carried
forward so heavily by its main character – unlike Hamlet for instance, there are few other memorable characters in
the play. What works in this production when we watch it is that we gain a
different understanding of the characters themselves from seeing their actions
over the previous three plays. For example, Clarence seems less a dupe and a
victim and more an arrogant and proud man getting his comeuppance. It’s no
great surprise to see Edward IV riddled with STDs and foolishly interpreting
death-bed small talk for heartfelt assurances to keep the peace. There is also more than enough material for new characters to shine, with Zoe Wanamaker and Annette Crosbie (both new additions to the ensemble) outstanding as Lady Anne and the Duchess of York respectively.
The other character who really gains from this production
rolling straight on from the previous three is Queen Margaret. As the only
character who appears in all four plays, Julia Foster has had the opportunity
here few Margarets get of going from naïve young Queen to bitter hag. Now, as
you know, both Cate and I have had our doubts about Foster’s performance here,
but as in Henry VI Part III this
plays to her strengths, with her Margaret here a stumpy, black coated ball of
bitterness and poison, like an enraged nun, scowling at the edge of frame,
appearing from the side of the shot as if to lean into the action as a visual
blast from the past. Foster is at her best with this vengeance-laced material,
and really makes use of the added heft the whole delivery receives from the
preceding three films – the production lingers on the many lines reminding us
of the atrocity-laced past that we have emerged from.
This production is also a thematic finale to the Henry VI cycle. Just as those plays saw
England collapse into a realm where every man works for himself, so we see the
final expression of that – not only in the destructive nature of Richard, but
in his lieutenants. Antony Brown’s Eichmannesque Ratcliffe, David Burke’s
heartless Catesby and Michael Byrne’s ruthless Buckingham are as much an
expression of the times as Richard is – these guys have no loyalty to Richard
let alone the realm, they are simply looking out for the main chance. Even
Brian Deacon’s Richmond in A5 has more than a little of the politician’s
self-absorption about him. No one in the play really seems to care for anyone
else – with the possible exception of Elizabeth and Edward’s concern for their
children.
England in this production become a land with more than a
whiff of some South American military junta. Brutality has become such a part
of everyday life that it no longer even seems worth talking about. As a result
this is probably the least bloody of all the films. Bar Richard’s death no-one
dies onscreen – they are merely led away to death off-screen, murder and
destruction having become so institutionalised it is like some state-wide
Fordian machine. Arthur Cox’s Lord Mayor is clearly terrified throughout of
this ruthless meat-grinder that drives politics in England. The regular feeding
of this machine has become such a completely accepted fact of life that it’s
almost logical that Richard decides the best way to deal with his nephews is to
murder them – if no-one really bats an eye about him lopping off Hastings’ head
in the middle of a Council meeting, who is going to mind about an ex-King (and Buckingham
– after a breather – is happy to get behind this plan). No wonder Edward on his
death bed has plastered a large and prominent statue of Jesus bleeding on the
cross behind him – he really needs to have some hope of forgiveness.
The colour palette of the play totally reflects this hellish
afterworld that England has become. There is barely a colour in this that isn’t
black or grey – it’s actually a shock to see the old togs of Part One with their bright primary
colours wheeled out in A3 S5. Even more so than before all the soldiers seem
almost indistinguishable from each other – even some of the minor lords are
starting to blur into each other. Richmond does bring some colour in A5 – but his
soldiers (and the man himself) prove to be as violent, cruel and brutal as the
very worst excesses of Young Clifford and his ilk. Our wooden playground is a
rotted nightmare backdrop to this parade of death. Howell’s sustained spiral of
destruction has finally reached its apotheosis here in production that in terms
of mood, colour and pace seems a million miles away from Part One. In case you were left in any doubt, the fascistic entry
of Richard’s men into the throne-room in A4 S2 tells us straight away we are in
a very different state than the colourful early days of Henry VI. It’s a
suitable backdrop to the doom-laden feeling that runs through the whole
production.
The other major strength that Howell brings out here is the
doubling of parts, which once again is beautifully done. I’ve mentioned David
Burke, again playing an inversion of his Gloucester persona as a Catesby devoid
of any integrity. But it’s the little doubles that really work. Why is Richard
so drawn to the first murderer (and Clarence fears him?) – perhaps because he
is played by Bernard Hill, so is identical to their father. Tyrell’s
self-important justification of brutal acts reminds us even more of Warwick,
because Wing-Davey plays the same part. Hastings really should be aware he is
in danger as he heads to court – not least because he is halted by a Priest
played by Peter Benson (Henry VI). Paul Chapman’s would-be fixer Rivers is a
pale shadow of Suffolk. Tennial Evans’ fundamental (but ignored) integrity as
Salisbury is replayed here as fundamental greed and self-interest as Stanley.
That’s only the most obvious of a series of beautifully done doublings and
return performers, subtly pointing up contrasts and mirror images throughout –
and enforcing the feeling that we are on history’s whirligig of destruction here
and that no amount of bell ringing is ever going to allow us to stop and get
off.
Howell also uses a range of camera techniques to get the
message of the play across. Long takes are prominent throughout, with Howell
using a fluid and roving camera to great effect here, immediately establishing
us a roving and vulnerable part of this world. This allows the camera to linger
on those left behind after Richard’s exit – twice Stanley and others stare with
inscrutable faces across the lens towards lords left doomed by Richard. The
major scene where editing is used, as well as shot cutting, is in the seducing
of Lady Anne. The camera alternates between close-ups of Richard and Lady Anne
as they bat lines at each other, carefully avoiding them getting into shot
together until after Anne’s spitting. This is then replaced with a shot of Anne
in the foreground looking away from Richard in the background of the shot. It
is only at the end that they face each other sharing the shot – a nice visual representation
of Richard drawing them visually closer together. Snap edits are used well
throughout – for example, as the door closes in A2 S5, the shot immediately cuts
to Richard and Buckingham opening the door to Edward V in A3 S1.
But its largely long takes and shots that work – effective especially
in the final “boar hunt” sequence of Richard by Richmond’s soldiers. In a long
fluid take, Richard is surrounded by soldiers and fights desperately –
furiously – to survive, striking enemies down before he is slowly, inevitably
wounded, slowed and then killed – many of these wounds coming from spears, the
final of which punctures through his body and out of his shield, skewering him
like a sacrificed pig. Even that is not the end as the mortally wounded Richard
is lined up to be given the coup-de-grace by Richmond, his furious and impotent
pain and anger all over his face as he sinks down to death. This sequence also
ends with a particularly neat shot, with a collapsed and dead Richard left
skewered and kneeling at the feet of Richmond – a lifeless supplicant in the back
of frame throughout Richmond’s victory speech. In a neat touch, one shot even shows
the crown held in the foreground as if on Richard’s head – a final insult to
the man who could have ruled the world.
A further tour-de-force of impressionistic film making is
the nightmare scene in A5. Skilfully, jump cuts are used throughout the build
up to this sequence – Richmond hears a sound, but we see a cut to Richard’s
head turn, Richmond walks into a tent, the shot cuts straight entering into a
tent. Richmond sleeps and turns his head from us, a sudden cut and Richard
appears looking back to us asleep. Slowly the camera zooms slowly in on his
eye, overlaid with an image of Richard as we enter his subconscious and see his
nightmare play out with a series of expressionistic images of his victims throughout
the series, all of them in nightmarish parodies of their final moments. From
the snowy landscape that saw Prince Edward murdered, we see Richmond sleeping
peacefully (unaware) of the ghosts praising him – and in a sign that this is
all Richard’s nightmare, he sits at first on the throne. Then we see Henry
(with the candle that sat on the table as he died), Clarence soaked in wine
(water which flows over the lens as he praises Richmond), the River faction
praising sitting waiting their fates, Hastings at a blooded table, the sheet of
which Richard grabs only for it turn into the bloodied pillow that smothered
the Princes, its feathers raining down on their ghosts. His attempt to clean up
the mess (after watching the Princes crown Richmond) is then interrupted by
Anne on her death bed (who he attempts to smother), before throwing himself on
the absent throne, trembling as Buckingham adds his curse to the list, the
shock sending him tumbling from the throne – and out of his nightmare. Not only
is this an impressive display of film making, it also offers a distinct
interpretation of the dream as something very much happening only to Richard
himself, something in his mind (and from his guilt?), much more than a divinely
powered visit to both rivals. It’s an interesting and unique a staging as we’ve
seen in the series so far – and strikingly filmic.
All the design and mood of the play however is building towards
the final sequence, a creative coup and imaginative flourish from Jane Howell
that brings the entire cycle of plays thematically together. In the final shot,
the camera slowly tracks along a pile of dead bodies – among them all the
actors we have seen in the previous four plays, dressed as their most prominent
characters. We hear laughter on the soundtrack as the camera pans slowly across
and then up what is clearly a mountain of bodies before it finally rests on a
laughing, wild haired Margaret, hugging to her the bloodied and broken body of
Richard. The camera pans back to reveal the entire image – a mountain of the
dead, a punctuation point of death, finally showing the end – and visually
summarising the destruction – that the Roses of the Wars have let rip on the
Kingdom of England. As a final image it summarises all that has been best about
this magnificent sequence of productions: the finest example so far in the
series of marrying the cinematic with the theatrical.
Conclusion
The final image of what has been a brilliant series |
Conclusion
The series wraps up with a stunning final episode that
brings all the weight and depth of the previous three productions to bear to
add a new level of depth to the play, as it is placed in its proper context. From
its opening shot of the bare ruined stage to its final shot of the space
littered with a mountain of corpses, this dark, gloomy, overbearing and sinister
production stands out as a truly unique interpretation of the play and a
perfect summation of the 13 hours of drama that preceded it. The ensemble cast
are so experienced in their roles that they offer superb performances, led by
an intelligent and redefining Richard from Ron Cook. Terrific stuff, and a
clear sign of Jane Howell’s artistic imagination. The final image is almost
worth the price of admission alone. Excellent stuff!
NEXT TIME: Helen
Mirren and Robert Lindsay return to the series in the late Shakespeare work Cymbeline.
"Hastings at a blooded table, the sheet of which Richard grabs only for it turn into the bloodied pillow that smothered the Princes"
ReplyDeleteEven better: in the Hastings shot, the blood starts out as the strawberries that Ely was sent out to fetch in the earlier scene where Hastings was condemned, making this seemingly pointless prop truly ominous, at least in dream-logic!
I entirely agree with this. The film was awesome! Personally, it's my favorite so far. Amazing! The cinematography was to die for! ;)
ReplyDeleteHi Alistair,
ReplyDeleteAre these your images or did you have to get permission to reproduce them? I ask because I'm in the process of writing a paper on this production and need images.