Review – Richard II, Bridge Theatre, London, 20th February 2025

After its record-breaking run of Guys and Dolls, the Bridge Theatre had to come up with something special to fill the formidable boots of Nathan Detroit and Miss Adelaide. And they have, with Jonathan Bailey, whose star is definitely in the ascendant, starring in Richard II, Shakespeare’s exciting look at the last year of the king’s life before he was usurped by his cousin Bullingbrook, later to become Henry IV.

Written around 1595, the play is known to have offended Queen Elizabeth I, who saw the characterisation of Richard II as a veiled attack on her good queenly self, and in fact she ordered the scene where Richard is deposed to be removed from the printed text; a scene that remained effectively censored for the next two hundred years. Nothing changes, of course; there are plenty of modern parallels to be drawn from the play, proving once again that Shakespeare is always relevant to the modern era. When Richard insists on shamelessly seizing all John of Gaunt’s assets, I couldn’t help but think of Donald Trump’s plans for Ukraine’s natural resources.

Designing the set, Bob Crowley has gone for a clean, bare stage, challenging us to work our imaginations to provide the intricacies of each location. Modern props, such as microphones, pint glasses, hospital beds and walking aids, etc, confirm the production is set in the present day; frosted glass doors at the back of the set make you think that any minute, Lord Sugar’s going to emerge and give you a grilling. Scene changes are made swiftly and effectively through use of traps in the floor; visually, it’s all very slick. Grant Olding’s incidental music is terrific; all too often unnecessary music can really aggravate and detract from a production, but here, the quiet, moody, unsettling themes really build up the tension, and Olding’s stately regal court themes are a delight.

The production makes excellent use of the entire auditorium, with actors often performing from the aisles, audience seats, and even from Gallery 1. The configuration of the stage in relation to the seats does mean that there are occasional blocking issues. To get a good view of everything going on from our positions in Row C of the Stalls you had to do quite a lot of bobbing your head around other cast members to see the action.

Apart from its modern setting, Nicholas Hytner’s production doesn’t approach the play from any unusual or unexpected angle, it just aims to let the text tell the story for itself, bringing out the characterisations of the main roles. Unlike some Shakespeare plays, Richard II isn’t especially overcomplicated; you’re witnessing an arrogant tyrant cling on to power until the power switches to his usurper, and then you see his importance just wither on the vine. It’s fascinating how loathsome Richard is portrayed in the first part of the play; but once he’s ceded his power to his cousin, you feel strangely sorry for him.

At the heart of the play is the tug-of-war for power, beautifully and simply conveyed in the scene where Richard is required to give up his crown to Bullingbrook; both men grabbing hold of it as if it were some kind of exercise ring, and refusing to let go, in an extremely telling test of will.  There are some other notable flashes of directorial brilliance, such as the separate appearances of the Duke and Duchess of York at the locked door, and then their kneeling alongside Aumerle in supplication to Bullingbrook, whilst he wanders around, injecting a spot of comedy into an otherwise bleak sequence. In the famous mirror scene, instead of dashing it to the ground, Richard gives it a head-butt of unhinged fury. Little moments of inventiveness like this keep the whole production lively and unpredictable.

The production is very well cast, although some doubling up of roles can be a little confusing, especially if – like me –  you’re not that familiar with the text. Additionally, one of the actors delivers their lines in a rather mumbling fashion which makes them often difficult to understand them fully. But, for the most part, there are many excellent performances to enjoy. Michael Simkins is superb throughout as the Duke of York, long suffering, allegiance-switching; it’s a very thoughtful and intelligent performance. Understudying John of Gaunt, Martin Carroll is also excellent, delivering the famous “royal throne of kings” speech with a heavy heart and the regrets of old age.

Vinnie Heaven is superb as Aumerle, giving a typically charismatic performance as the doggedly faithful Duke, Christopher Osikanlu Colquhoun impresses as the ruthless Northumberland, and there’s excellent support from Amanda Root as the Duchess of York and Olivia Popica as Richard’s sorrowful Queen Isobel. Royce Pierreson is outstanding as Bullingbrook, exuding nobility right from the start, maturing into the clinically firm but fair Henry IV. He has incredible stage presence and provides the perfect opponent for Jonathan Bailey’s Richard II.

However, it is Mr Bailey who is the star attraction in this production and he gives every inch the star performance. Totally believable as the despotic Richard, with his swiftly changing moods, he switches from imperial grandeur to whiny sarcasm within the same sentence.  It’s a physically demanding performance and he captures both extremes of the king’s character perfectly – the statesman and the wimp. His vocal delivery is perfect too, always with crystal clear elocution and a stage authority that makes you feel you’re in the presence of someone special.

Selling out at the Bridge Theatre until 10th May – if you haven’t bought your tickets yet, you’d better get your skates on!

Production photos by Manuel Harlan

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

Review – Cowbois, Royal Shakespeare Company at the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, 24th October 2023

You could almost taste the anticipatory buzz in the foyers at Stratford yesterday for the press night for Cowbois – Charlie Josephine’s rollicking queer Western, as the RSC has it. I’m not sure what John Wayne would make of it, but the first night audience loved it. Not unlike untitled f*ck m*ss s**gon play currently at the Young Vic, it’s exhilarating to see an established, familiar genre of entertainment – whether it be musicals set in South-East Asia, or Westerns set in the Wild West – turned on their heads so you can see them from a different perspective. And Cowbois certainly does that.

WesternThe plot could be taken from any Western story. The women of this obscure little town have been left behind by their men, out hunting gold. It’s been a year or more, they’ve not heard from them; they’re probably dead. All the women have to sustain them is their faith, their school teaching, their running the saloon, and a drunken sheriff. There’s a bounty on the head of one Jack Cannon, one half of the Cannon brothers, the slickest gunslingers in the West. The other half, Harry, is now dead and buried at the hands of Tommy, leader of Tommy’s Toothless Boys, whom Harry hired to hold up stagecoaches so that he and Jack could relieve them of $200,000 worth of gold coins. But Jack, being one of those slickest gunslingers, took out seven of the Toothless Boys – by which I mean shot them, not wined and dined them – and now everyone is seeking both revenge and cash. So when Jack wanders into town, the women are unsurprisingly all a-quiver. I hope you’re keeping up here.

Kid and castHowever, it doesn’t matter if you don’t grasp the plot – that really isn’t what the play is about. Never has that old saying to assume makes an ass out of u and me proved more appropriate. In the first act of the play, Charlie Josephine creates an environment where apparently cis straight women feel safe to give way to their inner selves; by falling in love with a trans man, or by starting to trans to a man themselves. Even the sheriff allows a new aspect of his personality to come to the fore. There is a beautiful, life-affirming moment when the Kid – farmer Mary’s son – meets someone he has always known as a woman but is now dressed as a man and with a male identity, and merely says “oh, ok” in complete unprejudiced acceptance. It gets a massive roar of approval and applause from the audience. Everyone is comfortable with their new outlook or identity – what could possibly go wrong?

The menWhat goes wrong is the return of their husbands in the second act. They’re still alive, against all odds, and when they turn up at the saloon to find a queer party going on, it’s no surprise that they’re taken aback. Seeking to return to the relationships they left, their only options are to either dominate and cow the women back to their previous suppressed lives, or to accept the new order. Jack quickly absents themself from the situation – again no surprise. But how is all this going to get resolved, and what happens when bandit Charley Parkhurst arrives, also looking for Jack, and Tommy and the Toothless Boys also show up? In the words of Harry Hill, there’s only one way to resolve this – fight!

Lillian and JackThe set-up, dialogue and unpredictable plot development in the first act are all outstanding. Charlie Josephine has created terrific characters, well-drawn, full of their own funny idiosyncrasies, and beautifully reflecting the staleness of lonely life in the town. There’s absolutely no reason, for example, why the conversations about the way Miss Lillian eats her breakfast grits should be so funny – but it is. And when Jack Cannon arrives on the scene, all eyes are upon them as – in my humble opinion – they are one of the most charismatic and spellbinding characters to appear on a stage for a very long time.

BathtubThe one downfall of the play is that the second act cannot live up to the high expectations set by the first. Primarily, Jack is absent for much of the act and the audience really misses them. And sadly, I can’t help but feel the writer missed a trick by making all the men either violent bullies or plain thick. Their toxic masculinity comes across as a blunt tool when all the other characters have such nuance. Whilst the wives all go on substantial personal journeys, the men remain static; what a hoot it would have been to have had a Brokeback Mountain moment in there too. But I guess that was not a priority for the writer – after all, it has been done before. But the trans element of Cowbois is what sets this play apart from pretty much any other play I’ve come across – and that’s a superb achievement.

Vinnie HeavenGrace Smart has designed an elegant, simple set, with the saloon bar towards the back of the stage, and a nicely hidden sunken bath towards the front, of which Jack and Lillian will – shall we say – take advantage. The costumes are excellent throughout; she has given Jack a few suitably eye-catching outfits, and the sheriff’s second act hat is a work of amazing millinery civil engineering. There’s some entertaining semi-country music from the small band of four musicians nestling stage right; and co-directors Charlie Josephine and Sean Holmes make maximum use of the theatre’s non-stage spaces for the shootout climax – even if it does go on a bit too long.

LJ Parkinson and castVinnie Heaven’s performance as Jack is a marvel. Cheeky, charismatic, and hugely likeable – not bad going for someone who’s only recently killed seven men. No wonder all the townswomen go weak at the knees. From the moment Jack arrives on stage you know that they’re in charge. But they’re not just a brash Lord Flashheart type, their performance is subtle, charming, brimming with both confidence and vulnerability. A terrific performance. Sophie Melville is also excellent as Miss Lillian, saloon landlady and Jack’s new love. As with most of the female roles, she particularly shines in the first act, with comic authority and conviction. I loved her double act with Emma Pallant’s deeply religious Sally Ann, disapproving of everything from sexual attraction to shooting to save your life. There’s a stonkingly fun performance from LJ Parkinson as nonbinary bandit Charley Parkhurst, cavorting around the stage with dangerous devilment. Lee Braithwaite’s transformation from Lucy to Lou is touchingly done, and, in our performance last night, the surprisingly mature and endearing Alastair Ngwenya smashed it as the Kid, as young people would say.

Quentin Letts won’t like it, but if you suspect you might, I reckon you’ll love it. It’s not perfect, but then it’s about people, and people aren’t perfect. Recommended!

Production photos by Henri T

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!