Richard III

Andie and I met up at the tiny, basement-musty Looking Glass Theatre for the opening night of Shakespeare’s Richard III, adapted and directed by our buddy Kelly.

The fellow playing the king, everyone’s favorite conniving hunchback, bore a resemblance to the real deal: thin, with drawn lips, and still eyes caught flashing at the thought of cunning plots.

It was a good show; I find enactments like this one, with a minimum of props and stage design, make it easier to concentrate on the actors and the dialogue. Kelly craftily emphasized the humor burried in the play, which is usually top-billed as a tragedy, what with all the murder and the famous endgame battle-cry of “my kingdom for a horse!”