|photo by Andrew Eccles|
by Kelly Bedard
Take a look at that promotional photo- doesn’t that look like a kickass Richard III? Unfussily sexually ambiguous, surrounded by attack dogs and draped cockily on a throne that’s not hers- I really think that should have been Seana McKenna’s Richard III. I mean look at those boots! Who needs a penis when you’ve got bitch stompin’ boots like those? Alas, there seemed to be a bit of cowardice running around in Richard rehearsals at the Stratford Festival this year as their brave move towards busting open the great roles for whomever was most qualified dwindled into a single mediocre production without the heft to knock politely, not to mention break down any doors.
|photos by David Hou|
Richard III is a really cool play and this cast was a really special one. But it was quite simply terribly directed. Miles Potter boxed his characters in, taking away their ability to really play with the brilliant text and reach the incredible potential the ingredients of this production could have added up to.