Just as Alec Guinness resented being seen as Obi-Wan Kenobi for the rest of his life, Ian Richardson might have resented Francis Urquhart, the Machiavelli of Michael Dobbs’ House of Cards trilogy, whose catchphrase gives this book its title.
Just as Alec Guinness resented being seen as Obi-Wan Kenobi for the rest of his life, Ian Richardson might have resented Francis Urquhart, the Machiavelli of Michael Dobbs’ House of Cards trilogy, whose catchphrase gives this book its title. Urquhart was a much better part to be identified with, of course; but it is a pity that an actor of such versatility and presence should be remembered only as a ruthless political operator.
In his RSC days, he had a high reputation for comedy, typified by his Ford in The Merry Wives — an unpromising role, in which he stole the show as an incompetent avenger.
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