The Wars of the Roses

Peter Hall really has worked these four plays together well and building on a really convincing performance from David Warner offers us a grand amalgam of Shakespeare's Henry VI and Richard III plays. There's history, tragedy, and comedy a-plenty as the tale starts amidst the Hundred Years War between England and France. Ostensibly, Henry VI (Warner) was king of both territories but that did little for the unity or stability of either. It is fair to say that the bard made the King into something a little lacking in politics or sharpness and with his increasingly conniving and vengeful wife Margaret of Anjou (Peggy Ashcroft) at his side we follow a story of manipulation, intrigue, betrayal, murder - indeed just about every vice known to humankind - all elements for which the King was ill-equipped to adequately or forcefully deal... Thus the white rose and the white rose vie for the throne creating a marvellously turbulent setting for the remainder of this drama to play out. Yes, it is presented in a very theatrical style with little by way of outdoor photography, but that dimly lit intensity coupled with plenty of tightly close photography delivers the story compellingly pretty much from the start. The abridgement misses little of substance as the scenario unfolds and the assembled ensemble of experienced and versatile RSC thespians delivers the gist of the dialogue passionately throughout. The visual standard of the production was never going to be great - but the quality of the acting delivery and the sheer vibrancy of the whole enterprise makes it a surprisingly easy compendium of human nature and nurture to watch.