I waited to post until I caught both halves of this this week. I thought they were two very good productions, that each stand well on their own but that add up to something greater.
This is the kind of production, honestly, that I wish ALL THE WAY had been. Where that play simply paraded a series of events, speeches and anecdotes in front of the audience in chronological order to simulate a history play, WOLF HALL brings that history to life in a thrillingly modern way. Focusing on Cromwell was a masterstroke on Mantel's part; his part is at the crux of almost every major narrative development, and as written (and brilliantly, subtly performed by Ben Miles) he is inscrutable. We know the history and we see his manipulations, but he plays his cards so close to the vest that we completely understand why nearly everyone with the misfortunate to be drawn against his will is compelled to question just who he is and what he wants. It's a masterfully Machiavellian portrayal of Cromwell, and he is a magnetic enigma. Also, Miles barely leaves the stage for the duration of the two plays: this is a titanic performance and he barely broke a sweat. Bravissimo!
The overall production is stunningly beautiful. The massive set, spare though it is, provides a cold, modern slate on which Jeremy Herrin and his company create dynamic stage image after dynamic stage image. The more modern production (set entirely conrete, top-rate but simple fire effects, minimalist maximalism) also complements the modern script. The story may be four hundred years old, but the words flow with contemporary rhythms, phrasings, and an artfully-paced dosage of foreshadowing. (Perhaps a little too much foreshadowing for some, but I found it mostly appropriate.) The pacing of the shows overall were incredibly well-managed. It may have added up to almost five-and-a-half hours, but I swear ALL THE WAY felt longer. And it was only one night!
Not without its qualms and not for everyone, but for those clamoring for a good, epic history play, WOLF HALL delivers. Twice.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
Updated On: 3/27/15 at 11:37 PM