Lloyd Evans Lloyd Evans

Forgettable stuff: The Crown Jewels, at the Garrick, reviewed

Plus: only a psychopath could endure the inhuman bilge of Martin McDonagh's The Pillowman

Al Murray as King Charles II in The Crown Jewels. Photo: Hugo Glendinning  
issue 22 July 2023

In the 1990s, the BBC had a popular flat-share comedy, Men Behaving Badly, about a pair of giggling bachelors who were scolded and dominated by their mummy-substitute girl-friends. The author, Simon Nye, has written a historical crime caper about the theft of the crown jewels in 1671, as Charles II prepared to celebrate his tenth year on the throne.

The psychological co-ordinates of the play are poorly handled. The thief, Colonel Blood, is an irritating Irish crosspatch who wants to drive the hated English from his homeland. Charles (played by Al Murray) is more attractive, a fun-loving gadabout who enjoys sex, jokes and science and who can’t bear Puritans. So the audience sides with the King and hopes that Blood’s vindictive scheme will fail.

Only a psychopath could endure more than five seconds of this inhumane bilge

This is a serious mistake to make at the start of a crime comedy: the audience should be rooting for the criminals.

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