55 Days, Hampstead Theatre, London
Thursday 25 October 2012
“We are not just trying a tyrant, we are inventing a country. We are in an unknown region, floating on nothing, trying to think thoughts never thought before,” declares Oliver Cromwell in Howard Brenton's intellectually intricate and emotionally stirring new play. In Howard Davies's forceful traverse-stage production, the men fashioning the future are kitted out in suits of 1940s vintage (another pivotal era); the only figure in seventeenth century costume is Charles I, rivetingly played by Mark Gatiss with a Scots burr, an ironically edged sense of total entitlement, and a gasping stammer of revulsion and fear whenever he has to pronounce the words “people” and “parliament”.
You might think that this skewed sartorial clash (with the king a glaring anachronism) would be too pre-determining. But one of the signal strengths of Brenton's piece is that – while it wants to celebrate the period as a the birth of modern Britain – it fascinatingly shows how the end was not a foregone conclusion and how fiercely divided was the parliamentary opposition. As the proceedings move through to the trial and execution of the King, a strong cast of over thirty actors pithily flesh out the dilemmas tormenting these folk (who range from the relatively conservative commander-in-chief of the army to John Lilburne leader of the Levellers).
Douglas Henshall commandingly conveys the inner turmoil of Cromwell – his sincere desire to achieve a constitutional compromise with Charles offset by sudden surges of conviction that he has a direct hotline to God (not unlike his opponent in that respect) and a divine mandate through military victory. Like Schiller with Mary Stuart and Elizabeth I, Brenton invents a climactic meeting between his two leads (“a conversation that neither of us will ever acknowledge”) and when Cromwell argues that “a People's Parliament” will replace the king, Charles scathingly recalls that this is a Parliament which the army, fifty days before, had purged of the Presbyterians who had voted in his support. And if a king cannot be tried by any superior jurisdiction on earth, by what authority is he now in the dock? “Can I arrest myself?” asks Gatiss's pert Charles, playing to the gallery with devastating drollness. The play appreciates both the strain on the reformers and the uncomfortable comedy of operating such moral contradictions and of having to rewrite the rules on the hop. Hence the (historically based) fit of hysterical giggles that infects them here when they sign the King's death warrant. A demanding evening that pays handsome dividends.
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