Harry Clarke: an 'effortlessly engrossing' one-man play

Billy Crudup is 'hypnotic' but cannot 'paper over the defects'

Billy Crudup in a scene from David Cale's Harry Clarke at Berkeley Repertory Theatre
Billy Crudup in a scene from David Cale's Harry Clarke at Berkeley Repertory Theatre
(Image credit: Kevin Berne / Berkeley Repertory Theatre)

A string of Hollywood stars have turned up in the West End this year, said Sarah Crompton on What's on Stage. The latest is Billy Crudup, who has crossed the pond to reprise his role in a play that brought him off-Broadway acclaim in 2017.

David Cale's "Harry Clarke" is a funny, smart and "effortlessly engrossing" one-man piece about a fantasist and conman from the American Midwest who starts to speak in a fey upper-class English accent as a child, then moves to New York, where he reinvents himself as a sexually omnivorous Cockney wide-boy. And Crudup is simply superb in it. He doesn't quite nail the accents, but he "charismatically mines each twist and turn", and lands his lines "with immaculate timing". It amounts to a "real tour de force of storytelling and performance".

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The play "is a tribute to that much loved cultural figure, the gay (or at least queer-coded) conman", said Alice Saville in The Independent. In "The Talented Mr. Ripley" and "Saltburn", these "enigmatic" figures feel like the "product of 20th century homophobia and the double lives it forced so many men to lead", and you sense their "slippery charisma" is at least partly a survival tactic. But the character here has "none of the inner darkness that would make sense of his baroque fabrications".