Last night Stuart and I went to see super sexy Jonathan Bailey in Nicolas Hytner’s production of Richard II at the Bridge Theatre in London’s glitzy Tower Bridge quarter.
My verdict? A crowning achievement.
Bailey glides onto the stage like he owns the place — because, well, he does. At least for now. His Richard II is a king with a poet’s soul and a diva’s ego, tossing out Shakespeare’s verse like it’s his own personal mixtape. One moment he’s smugly untouchable, the next he’s crumbling faster than a soggy digestive in the biscuit game.
The “hollow crown” speech? Pure heartbreak. His slow-motion realisation that he’s being well and truly dethroned? Deliciously tragic.
As power slips through his fingers like sand in an hourglass, Bailey’s Richard is both mesmerising and tragic, proving that while some kings may fall, his star only continues to rise.
An absolute masterclass in ruling, reigning, and ruining it all in spectacular fashion.
Go see.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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