Raw belligerence and belated remorse, confidences and allegiances stretched taut as violin strings: The War of the Roses, part II, at the Sydney Theatre. Pamela Rabe was a standout as the wryly cynical Richard III who makes a heaven of England's hell (a very Miltonic Satan figure). Sitting in the front row, I got covered in the "winter of his discontent" - black little paper flakes that never stopped flooding down throughout the second act - until Richard's reign had reached its bloody end.
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