Margaret and I went to the Alhambra on Friday 31st October (to see Henry IV Part I) and on 1st November (Henry IV Part II). After Part 1 I do not think Margaret was looking forward to Part II - but was pleasantly surprised... she enjoyed it more than she thought.
Here's a review:
Yorkshire Magazine by Sandra Callard
William Shakespeare’s Henry IV Parts I and II depict the turbulent early 15th Century when Henry Bolingbroke seized the throne of England from Richard II and had him murdered. He crowned himself Henry IV, thus instigating the tumultuous and bloodthirsty years which became known as the Wars of the Roses. This is the Royal Shakespeare Company’s latest production, which was a massive success in Stratford and is now touring.
Watched back to back the productions would last over six hours, so Shakespeare very sensibly split the story into two manageable parts, thus two visits to the theatre are required. No difficult task, as Gregory Doran directs this new production, and there is a first class cast, with, surprisingly, the wonderful Sir Anthony Sher playing Sir John Falstaff. Sher, hitherto known for his gut-wrenching Shakespearean tragedy roles, and in particular his astounding Richard III, is now showing us his comic side.
“What’s this?” you may ask. Anthony Sher being comical? Laughing and falling-down-drunk comical? How can one of our greatest Shakespearean tragedians play the grotesque, drunken, obese, comic character of Falstaff. Well he can and he does, and, if you will forgive the X Factor parlance, he nails it! He savours each word with unhurried deliberation as he bestows his witticisms on the audience like a gift. His annunciation is a dream, and his face accentuates each comic situation, so we understand and ‘get’ every joke. He is perfect for the part of Falstaff and is completely and utterly hilarious.
Falstaff is a friend and mentor to Prince Hal of everything raucous, debauched and illegal. Hal is played joyously by Alex Hassell, and their friendship and love of each others’ company shine throughout Part I, as Hal ignores the fact that he will one day become king and concentrates on drinking and womanising with Falstaff. Hassell is a superb Hal, drinking and wenching his way through life, whilst being a grave sorrow to his father, who compares him unfavourably with Harry Hotspur, the hotheaded son of the Duke of Northumberland, who is the darling of the chivalric fighting knights.
Hotspur is brilliantly played by Trevor White, who paints the famous warrior as a battle-mad deranged juvenile with psychotic tendencies. He careers around the stage shouting his revenge on Henry, and, although his take on Hotspur borders on parody, he nevertheless produces a novel and scintillating character. His sword fight with Prince Hal is wonderfully cinematic, fast, furious and realistic – and a total credit to the fight arranger, Terry King.
The cast is superb and give their full support to the leads, with Jasper Britton making an impressive entrance as King Henry IV, a bedevilled and doubt-ridden usurper, whose precarious throne is rocked by rebellion. The leaders of the opposition are led by the Percies, a wealthy and influential family from Northumberland, who feel slighted by Henry and are out for revenge.
Three stalwarts who stood out of the supporting cast were Joshua Richard as Falstaff’s aide, Bardolph, Paola Dionisotti’s Mistress Quickly, and Oliver Ford Davies as Justice Shallow, three perfectly honed performances which were near flawless.
It is not until Part II that Hal finally grasps his destiny as he takes the crown, somewhat prematurely, from his dying father. This important and pivotal scene, was spoiled for me somewhat by the fact that Hal’s voice was so low and quiet that I could not hear a word (and I was in the front stalls). However, after a searing lambasting from his awakening father, King Henry elicits a heartfelt promise from Hal that he will change his loose habits and knuckle down to kingship, which he does thoroughly, even to the point of renouncing his friendship with his old friend Falstaff – a moving and tearful moment. Sher rings every ounce of pathos from the situation, and changes heart-rendingly from a laughing clown to a sad old man, as Hal strides on to glory as Henry V.
Now, far be it for me to question Shakespeare’s motives in constructing this plot, but aren’t Henry IV Parts I and II history plays? They do seem to me to be more of a comedy showpiece for Falstaff, with cameo pieces depicting the war going on around them. Not that I’m complaining, the comedy is superb, but if you expect a historical depiction of the reign of Henry IV, you will be a tad baffled. It’s there all right, but in infinitely less volume than the comedy. Whilst Jasper Britton’s heart-wrenching portrayal of the guilt-ridden Henry is first class, the huge chunks of comedy, interspersed with short bursts of historical drama, do not sit easily with me. I prefer my plays to be either historical or comical. Here we have both, which will surely suit those who like two for the price of one.
But petty gripes aside, this is a superlative production, performed by a superlative cast, and the icing on the cake is Sir Anthony Sher, whose Falstaff will surely ride alongside his Richard III as the definitive of its genre.
After retracing our steps for a short while, the trail cuts up into the mountains again, passing the ruins of an Edomite village from where the views back down to Wadi Araba are spectacular. As the trail contours across the mountainside, it ascends to a small col and then descends to some dry wadis, with fabulous views appearing as each corner is turned. In the remoter, middle section the trail is less distinct and mountain goats might be a little better at this than us trekkers - there is some necessary scrambling involved. Then we ascended (steadily!) up the final col and headed for camp for the night. That was better for being over - 9 hours or so and approximately 15 plus kilometres! Never has a Bedouin-style camp been so welcomed! (At a location called Ishkart Msaid).
After an overnight stay in a fixed camp - the Ammarine camp - a Bedouin camp, surrounded by beautiful mountains and a clear night so stars above. Hot showers too, and a traditional Zarb chicken dinner is offered. The Bedouins at the camp are very friendly people, and we listened to an old Bedouin, singing to the accompaniment of his one string "guitar" or violin (awful to Western ears!).
