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“A Man For All Seasons” at the Harold Pinter Theatre

Casting Martin Shaw as Thomas More for this revival of Robert Bolt’s play is a sound move. As the lawyer-turned-politician, struggling against Henry VIII’s Reformation, the character possesses personal conviction and precise argument. Shaw can deliver both integrity and clarity very well, aided by great stage presence. And he brings a sense of the outsider, with a wry eye and cool common sense, that is perfect for the role.

Famous faces from the Tudor court are present, with a large, competent, supporting cast. I liked Orlando James’ brief appearance as Henry VIII; a figure to fear making fun of. And Edward Bennett’s Thomas Cromwell has a mix of cynical humour and, again, fear, that adds to the role. 

With Jonathan Church’s smooth direction, and a stylish set from Simon Higlett, the production is a quality affair. But Bolt’s 1960 script hasn’t aged well, and cracks show. 

Most of More’s family fail to rise above being foils for the great man. It’s understandable, as there’s a lot of exposition and explanation to get through. More’s recalcitrance is a puzzle for most of us; what does he achieve from his silence? Wife, daughter and son-in-law are only there to put forward different arguments. At least they convince with regards to the affection among the family.

The role of the ‘Common Man’, arguably innovative in Bolt’s time, proves a further problem. While Gary Wilmot has a good go at the role, injecting plenty of energy, the jokes are poor and the insights weak. And is the play’s baddie, the dastardly Richard Rich, who Calum Finlay does well with, too bland?

Rewriting history isn’t new. More participated himself, with regards to Richard III, as Josephine Tey’s detective in The Daughter of Time points out. It’s often fun and right now its trendy. But this effort to look at the past feels old-fashioned itself. Bolt’s efforts are sensible and considered but also dry. And he comes too close to canonising More a second time. We may admire the saintly sangfroid, but it doesn’t add tension. The history lacks bite – it’s too calm. Which you might respect but ends up surprisingly lacking in drama.

Until 6 September 2025

https://www.haroldpintertheatre.co.uk

Photo by Simon Annand

2017

“The Best Man” at Richmond Theatre

As an admirer of Gore Vidal’s novels, the chance to see one of his plays in the UK is rare treat. This work from 1960, following two candidates for presidential nomination, has perennial appeal (the latest Broadway revival was in 2012). As one of the 20th century’s great men of letters, maybe it’s no big surprise that Vidal could write for theatre, but he makes it seem easy, with impeccable construction, well-rounded characters, sparkling dialogue and an awesome intellect when it comes to exploring and developing ideas.

This is a touring show that director Simon Evans has refined to perfection. The production is as slick as a politician might wish for – those involved with the recent Tory conference would be green with envy (there’s no coughing here). Jeff Fahey skilfully conveys a period feel as the outsider Cantwell, a dangerous figure with “naked ambition” and a sinister southern drawl. Martin Shaw is the lead, Russell, but takes the play’s title too literally. Russell is clearly the hero, but as Vidal’s alter ego he should come across less as ‘man of the people’. Shaw isn’t waspish or imperious enough and, as a result, a good deal of humour is lost.

Both leading men are commanding and the scene of their confrontation is electric. Yet the play excites as much with its trio of strong female roles. And getting three women in a play about politics ain’t bad going. Gemma Jones steals a scene as a matriarchal figure, while Glynis Barber and Honeysuckle Weeks are great as the candidates’ wives. Seeing the power behind the potential thrones embodies the insider feel that makes for delicious moments. But Vidal has also creates believably flawed relationships that both actresses can work with. Barber is particularly strong as Russell’s estranged partner. Putting on a public show, she dismisses the conference around her, saying, “I like circuses” – but hopes of renewing the marriage show her complex motivations.

When it comes to the latest addition to the conference scene, it’s Vidal himself who is the prankster here. Given his heritage and own foray into real-life campaigning it’s an exclusive view that makes the satire truly sparkle. And also… a little sad. The play can’t hide its disappointment at politics, a resignation that gives it heart. The depressing irony is that this cynical vision often feels old-fashioned. The talk of slurs taking a campaign “beyond truth” reveal Vidal as visionary, but also somehow quaint. The unsuitability of the candidates – due to mental instability or downright stupidity – shocked in the 1960s. Oh, for those good old days.

Touring until the 28 October 2018

www.kenwright.com