LENOX — Noble, hypnotic, and just a little mysterious as Othello, John Douglas Thompson faced a curious challenge in his return to Shakespeare & Company this summer: Could he play the equally hypnotic but diametrically opposite Richard III without evoking the indelible memory of that magnificent performance in the minds of those who saw it?
The answer is an unqualified yes. Thompson’s Richard commands the stage as powerfully as did his Othello, but in an utterly different way. Eyes glittering like a snake’s, lips drawn back in a wolfish grin, he pursues and mesmerizes his victims with a sociopath’s ice-cold charm. Thompson fully inhabits the deformed body that Shakespeare describes, with a withered arm and a halting limp, but it’s his conjuration of Richard’s twisted soul that is most impressive. In the almost joyful freedom with which he describes and carries out his plots, this Richard is the most frightening kind of monster: one who half-believes his own protestations that he’s a saint.