I saw the Twelfth Night’s companion yesterday, Richard III. I had no idea what it was about except that it was about a king that murdered people.
As with Twelfth Night, the company acted through the three hour drama exquisitely. Mark Rylance stole the show again, duh, followed by the lovely Samuel Barnett (at least in my opinion).
I preferred Twelfth Night to Richard III, but I think that’s only because I was more familiar with that story.
Both pieces are beautiful examples of Shakespeare’s texts when they’re performed with integrity and as they’d been performed when they were originally written. And I’m incredibly glad I saw them both.