Review: Kitchen Dog Theater Puts on a Lean, Mean Richard III
By comparison, King Richard III makes Macbeth look like a pussycat. As Shakespeare's worst/best sociopath, Richard, Duke of Gloucester, romps merrily through one of the Bard's longest plays, killing everyone who stands, sits or squats between him and the throne of England.
In a classical five-act production of Richard III, he finally gets the crown somewhere in hour three, with a good 45 minutes left for wordplay and swordplay before trying to swap his kingdom for a horse. Kitchen Dog Theater has done us all a favor in its current staging by allowing director Ian Leson to lop a good 90 minutes out of the script, thus eliminating dozens of extraneous citizens and scriveners, and stripping the play to its essence. What remains is a tight production that moves at a rapid clip, hitting the important highs and lows in the story of a demented power freak working out his insecurities through serial homicide.
This take on the trickiest Dick of them all also updates the action from medieval times to an unspecified contemporary setting. In a wing of a creepy castle (by designer Clare Floyd DeVries) that is part Jules Verne sub, part Phil Spector mansion, the royals and their hangers-on enter the first act dancing like mad in a roiling mosh pit. They're dressed in funky leathers, velvets and brocades (costumes by Bruce R. Coleman), their hair spiked and fashionably frizzed.
The raucous party is interrupted by the entrance of Richard, last of the Plantagenets and not the guy most likely to be king—especially not prom king. Everyone hates him. He's ugly, for one thing, described by various characters, mostly women, as a "lump of foul deformity," "bottled spider," "cacodemon" (evil spirit) and "poisonous bunch-backed toad."
Some actors long to play Romeo, some to play Richard. It's a hugely showy role, second only to Hamlet in numbers of lines. And he's famously flawed, physically and psychologically. Past Richards have been portrayed with a limp (by Laurence Olivier a half-century ago), a hump and shriveled arm (Ian McKellen in a 1995 film that likened the character to Hitler), a hump and a limp (Al Pacino in a 1996 film exploration), with a hump and in lipstick and heels (Richard Dreyfuss as a humiliated actor in Neil Simon's The Goodbye Girl), and four years ago by a small-statured actor, Peter Dinklage (The Station Agent), at New York's Public Theater. So at Kitchen Dog, when Richard rolls onto the stage in a wheelchair, it makes perfect sense in the context of his first speech: "But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, nor made to court an amorous looking-glass...Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time into this breathing world, scarce half made up, and that so lamely and unfashionable, that dogs bark at me as I halt by them."
Why shouldn't Richard III use a wheelchair? René Moreno, a Dallas theater director making a rare appearance as an actor, uses his real-life wheelchair (the result of an accident in 1991) and makes fine use of it in his performance in Richard III. Up and down the set's ramps he glides, sometimes rolling in so quietly from the wings that the audience is startled when he begins to speak. The effect is exciting, a total synergy of actor, technology and role.
The guy in the chair is easy to accept. But Leson's adaptation otherwise injects a few too-silly bits of modern life here and there. Characters whip cell phones from their pockets and call their friends to warn of Richard's next treacherous move. One of Richard's henchmen pecks out a message on a Blackberry, and revolvers are brandished instead of swords. Even the final duel between Richard and Richmond on Bosworth Field, though it is carried out with shiny daggers, is underscored with sounds of heavy artillery.
The gimcracks are momentary distractions. Leson's best move is to emphasize the dark humor of the piece. Richard III, for all its bloodletting (offstage in this production, except for the title character's death at the end), is one of Shakespeare's funniest plays, even if it is categorized among his tragedies. Richard is given lots of juicy asides to say to the audience. After a smart remark by one of the royal nephews he means to murder, Richard snipes, "So wise so young, they say, do never live long." At these, Moreno is a master of timing and delivery.
It may be a shortened Dick the third, but its best scenes are two of its longest. In one, Moreno oozes false sincerity as his Richard convinces grief-stricken Queen Elizabeth (the wild and wonderful Tina Parker) to let him marry her daughter. The other is a war of words between the Queen and Lady Anne (Christina Vela, who plays three other roles as well) that shows off both voluptuous actresses at their voluminous best. The other supporting players, all doubling and tripling up on characters, are some of Kitchen Dog's favorites for good reasons. Barry Nash, David Goodwin, Robert McCollum, Cameron Cobb and Dan Forsythe make it seem as if the stage were crowded with three times as many players. Cobb is particularly chilling as Richard's right-hand man, the Duke of Buckingham. Outlining his political strategy, he's Karl Rove in iambic pentameter.
Worth seeing for its strong acting, it might be helpful for prospective theatergoers to review the play and its characters beforehand. The heavy editing and the modern-day take on it confused at least one audience member on opening night. "Back in Shakespeare's time, how did they do the part with the phones?" she asked.
With very, very long cords.
One of these days, Dallas actor Clay Yocum will be cast as a goofy, sweet, romantic lead. He'll get to kiss the girl and not make her cry, the way he has in most of the roles he's played in local theaters (and will as Stanley Kowalski in Streetcar this summer at Contemporary Theatre). He might not even have to brutally kill anyone the way he did in WaterTower's Take Me Out or the way he does in the current Second Thought Theatre production of company founder Steven Walters' new play, Snake Eyes at the Mardi Gras Motel.
Walters is still finding his voice as a playwright, but in this one, his latest in a series of premieres for Second Thought, he's at least found a fresh, workable style for telling paralleal stories. On one side of the small acting space in the Studio at WaterTower Theatre in Addison, we see a trash-strewn motel room; on the other, the interrogation cell of a small-town police station. Stepping seamlessly from one to the other and back again, Yocum bends time and space as he plays high school football coach Weldon Brown, who has murdered two players and gone on the run with a 16-year-old student.
The girl Weldon shares his motel bed with is Lissie, a troubled foster kid, played by 26-year-old Maxey Whitehead, an actress whose skinny frame and mighty acting skill convince us she's a teenager. She's in love with Weldon, but he sees his role in her life more as rescuer than romantic partner.
The tortuous road to perdition for Weldon includes revelations of sexual abuse and some possible justification for the murders. It's the death chamber for the coach—his public defender (Allison Tolman) doesn't hide her contempt for him—but before he gets there, playwright Walters actually succeeds in making us feel sympathy, even admiration, for Weldon. Given the dicey subject matter in Snake Eyes, that's not easy.
It helps that Yocum is playing him. This actor has been on the critics' radar since his debut a few years ago at WingSpan in John Patrick Shanley's Danny and the Deep Blue Sea. Last season he was Biff Loman in Classical Acting's Death of a Salesman. With a shaved head and a soft belly, he's no matinee idol, but the way Yocum broods and rages is undeniably sexy. So directors keep casting him as killers, and Yocum keeps knocking 'em dead with great performances.
Someday his role as a prince will come.
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