See this? That's how much plot you're getting tonight.
You don’t see this play done by itself very often—I have a
vague memory of seeing it once before this, but damned if I can remember
when—because when it’s done at all, it’s either done in rep with Part 1 or
combined with Part 1 to make one gigantic HenryFouriad, like the version at
Lincoln Center in 2003. And for good reason. The plain truth is, this play
can’t be done on its own. It’s a Part 2 that requires an intimate knowledge of
Part 1, a sequel in which the opening Eastcheap scenes all contain callbacks to
things that happened in Part 1, and they’re not references that are explained.
The only way it can be successfully mounted as a standalone is if you construct
a “Previously, on Henry The Fourth Part One” voiceover, with excerpts and
selected moments from the prior play presented for the Bolingbrokian impaired.
I would have loved it if this production had started out
that way. But it doesn’t. It starts out with a monologue by Rumor—a very modern
Rumor, wearing a Rolling Stone Tongue T-shirt (perfect) and carrying a
cellphone (double perfect), who delivers a clever multilingual hashtag joke (perfect hat trick). The entire
speech is delivered like Hal’s monologue, right at the audience with the house
lights up half. And then he waves them down, and we are in the play proper, and
it’s the first misfire of a night which will contain several. In most
productions, the actor playing Rumor also plays Lord Bardolph, who brings (what
turns out to be rumor and false) news of the battle of Shrewsbury to Hotspur’s
father. In this production, the actor playing Rumor plays the Porter who lets
Bardolph in, so the point that Bardolph is a walking rumor is lost. Which is
inside baseball, yes, but it’s the kind of smart moment that happened
everywhere in the earlier two plays in this series.
Not this one, though. Where the previous play soared, this one staggers and
disorients, and this production does its best to help it walk, but it’s a lot
of heavy lifting. The scenes with Hotspur’s father are confusing. Is he going
to war? Is he getting out of Dodge? Is there a point where we should care? Out
of nowhere, Hal has enough brothers to field a basketball team—one of whom
(Prince John) is a total dick. Plus Hal doesn’t show up for almost an hour of
stage time. Plus the funny stuff isn’t as funny as everyone thinks it is, and
when I say this, I’m pointing at the Pistol scene (Act II, Scene 4). It’s so
relentlessly devoid of laughs that you can feel the actors’ frustrations coming
out—it’s like watching a bunch of people kick a dead body as hard as they can
to bring it back to life. But no such luck; it was dead on arrival.
And that’s how this play feels for the first half. Everyone
is trying to lift it up, but it just won’t get off the ground, not the way the
first part did. And I know it’s wrong to compare one play with another, but
damn, a good 30% of this script is full of nothing but references to another
play, so how can you help comparing the two of them? You can’t.
Seeing Henry IV 2, you really appreciate the ease with which
the three worlds of Henry IV 1 are integrated: the court, Eastcheap, and the
rebellious north. It’s a study in
contrasts that is as brilliant as the Athenians/Mechanicals/Fairies triptych in
Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s also lightning in a bottle. You can’t repeat it.
Which is what makes this play not just problematical thematically but
incredibly difficult to do theatrically. And the problem is epitomized by the
portrayal of one character: Falstaff. For the first 90 minutes, he is the one
constant. Not Hal, not the court: Falstaff. Yeah, we get some scenes in the
North, and the beginnings of a new rebellion, but we also get a ton and a half
of Eastcheap before we finally (finally) see Hal for the first time. And
throughout all this, Anthony Sher kills it as Falstaff. But then this play is
built around Falstaff. He has a monologue like once every ten minutes. The more
he talks, the more you’re supposed to love him. Because the more you love him,
the more it’s going to hurt when Hal becomes King and rejects him. But because
the play is structured so that Hal’s accession is a late-second-half
development, and because it’s built on the same kind of “I screwed up/I forgive
you” scene with his father that reconciled the two of them in Part 1, it feels
rushed. Like Shakespeare said to Will Kempe: “Okay, you’ve got two hours to
ad-lib your ass off as Falstaff; but then I REALLY have to start telling the
story, okay?”
[Theatrical side note. Think of the pre-1600 Chamberlain’s
Men as the kind of repertory company where all the sharers were (a) guaranteed
roles in each play the company performed and (b) also given an equal number of
lead roles, depending on what plays were done. And Henry IV 2 was Will Kempe’s
lead role as Falstaff. Probably his last one. Because once the Men built the
Globe in 1600, Burbage and his brother owned half the total shares of the
company, Shakespeare’s plays were all written for Burbage to play the lead and
no one else, and Kempe was gone as a sharer. Why? Nobody really knows. But
watching Henry IV 2, it’s not hard to see Richard Burbage seething at all the
attention Kempe is getting, and then turning to Shakespeare and saying “If I’m
doing Henry the Fifth, I’m not doing it with Kempe as Falstaff. Because it’ll
be his play, not mine. So no Falstaff. And Kempe’s out.” ]
This production does its best to make the first half feel
like more than filler, but it’s an uphill battle, and it doesn’t settle down
until the war starts and we get to Gloucestershire. With the appearance of
Shallow and Silence, something like the balance of Part I is achieved, for now
the comedy has war to bounce off instead of referencing moments from another
play, and that makes it sharper and funnier. Oliver Ford Davies, with his plummy voice and manner, makes Shallow a continual delight; the scene where the recruits are chosen is hilarious in all the right satirical ways.
But in the end, side dishes are not meant to be main courses, and by building most of the play around Falstaff, the story—the history—bounces off the comedy, instead of the other way around. The thing is, Falstaff without the real world to bounce against or comment on is like Costello without Abbott. You can’t have misrule without rule, and there is no rule in this play. If Henry IV I was a house of many rooms, this play is a house with just one. It’s like a Twilight Zone episode where every door you think is going to lead you out, leads you back to Falstaff and Eastcheap, and try as you may, you can’t run away from them. Which is why Hal’s “I know you not, old man” speech is not just an attack on Falstaff, it’s an attack on the audience, like it’s our fault for liking Falstaff so much from the first play that he usurped the second one just to make us happy, and now he’s rejected and there’s going to be a war with France. Happy now, Falstaff lovers?
But in the end, side dishes are not meant to be main courses, and by building most of the play around Falstaff, the story—the history—bounces off the comedy, instead of the other way around. The thing is, Falstaff without the real world to bounce against or comment on is like Costello without Abbott. You can’t have misrule without rule, and there is no rule in this play. If Henry IV I was a house of many rooms, this play is a house with just one. It’s like a Twilight Zone episode where every door you think is going to lead you out, leads you back to Falstaff and Eastcheap, and try as you may, you can’t run away from them. Which is why Hal’s “I know you not, old man” speech is not just an attack on Falstaff, it’s an attack on the audience, like it’s our fault for liking Falstaff so much from the first play that he usurped the second one just to make us happy, and now he’s rejected and there’s going to be a war with France. Happy now, Falstaff lovers?
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