To see Sir Ian’s name, that alone was worthy of the price of admission, at least for me. He is, forever linked in my mind, with a fascist “30’s Era” flavored version of The Tragedy of Richard III, the live version, on stage, in London. As the hunchback toad, I recall one seduction scene, so vividly, and that’s the power of stage, the magic of theater.
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