A dark, claustrophobic production, crawling with intrigue and bad blood. The first of the three plays on offer this week (you can see all of them in sequence at the Playhouse on Saturday afternoon) is set in the early 15th century, when Henry VI, the child king, exists in the precarious eye of a storm of plots and battles. The history’s a bit hard to follow (not least because Shakespeare takes a fair few liberties with the facts), but one comes away with a clear sense of the disaster that war brings, and the horrible rapidity with which it can develop.
There’s some doubling of roles, and the actors tend to stay visible even when out of a scene, which works rather well to create the sense of the lack of privacy at court. Graham Butler is admirable in the title role as the young Henry – a silent, increasingly nervous presence centre stage throughout the whole first act: constantly in character but never distracting from the action. When he finally does speak, he convincingly creates a rather fey, hapless youth, painfully willing but equally painfully useless as a leader or manipulator of men.
The main interest of the play is carried by Beatriz Romilly as Joan of Arc. It’s a plum of a part, with more machismo than any other Shakespeare heroine, plus insanity. Romilly does it full justice, pathetic, alluring, inspiring and scary by turns, and shocking but admirably restrained (well this side of Bonham Carter) when it comes to the madness.
The rest of the company provides excellent support to these big emotional roles: particularly Mike Grady, who brings a comic near-sympathy to the evil Bishop of Winchester, and Simon Harrison as the lovesick Dauphin. Garry Cooper as Gloucester, the protector, has a great dignity and the conflict between him and the Bishop is natural and believable.
It's definitely worth buying a programme: the doubling of roles makes it horribly easy briefly to confuse, for example, Richard Plantagenet and Talbots pere and fils, which, if you fall into that error as I did, does something fairly crucial to the plot. Shakespeare rather highhandedly compressed generations and combined a few multiple dukes here and there into single characters, and I'm still bewildered as to how Richard managed to be Edmund's nephew.
There’s lovely ensemble part singing at various intervals, led by Mary Doherty (who also plays Margaret and about ten minor parts, as well as Fate): this works really well to punctuate certain scenes, and appears very well-rehearsed. The movement direction is also extremely tight: everything appears thoroughly and irreversibly choreographed, which serves to increase the feelings of tension and captivity which saturate the play.
This week offers a splendid chance to see a chronological series of all the Henry history plays: you could even see Creation’s marvellously silly Henry V at the Oxford Castle on Friday before heading over to the Playhouse on Saturday to see all three more serious Globe plays in one afternoon, for the very reasonable price of £50.