Here are three roles all actors love to play. The drunk (no need to learn your lines), the dementia victim (ditto) and the aristocratic roister-doisterer humping his way through the brothels of restoration London. Nothing quite beats the 17th century. Great costumes, stylish language, shoes that add three inches to your height, and a parallel universe of moral licentiousness where every cleavage is there be ogled and every passing bottom pinched. It’s Top of the Pops with silk tights.
Into this land of platitudes walks Dominic Cooper, a super-smooth baddie, who has very little warmth or humour about him, and not a trace of vulnerability. Excellent qualities, it turns out, for the role of John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, a scribbling philanderer known for his lewd celebrations of erotic excess. The play makes a virtue of Rochester’s misanthropy, and in the opening lines the wicked Earl challenges the crowd to dislike him.
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