Benedict Cumberbatch embodies shivery, shaky addiction in Patrick Melrose


Benedict Cumberbatch

The adaptation of Edward St Aubyn’s novels sees the actor take on the lead role, an upper-class heroin addict living in the shadow of his monstrous father.

In Nicholas Hytner’s memoir of his time in charge of the National Theatre, there is a very (possibly unintentionally) funny description of the audition of Benedict Cumberbatch, an actor then somewhat less famous than now, for the part of Frankenstein’s monster. Boy, did he give it his all. The mewling and grunting lasted for some 25 minutes, a period during which Hytner, hoping it would come to an end soon, found himself breaking into a sweat. Cumberbatch, though, was not to be put off. Only when the director, Danny Boyle, finally intervened and thanked him for his time did he stroll off to get ready for the Terence Rattigan in which he was starring that night.

I thought of this as I watched the first episode of Patrick Melrose (9pm, 13 May), David Nicholls’s adaptation for Sky Atlantic of Edward St Aubyn’s sharp and powerfully moving quintet of novels about an upper-class heroin addict living in the long shadow of his monster of a father. Nicholls has switched things around, beginning his series with the events of Bad News, the second novel, for which reason we meet Patrick Melrose (Cumberbatch) first in the early 1980s in New York, where he has gone to retrieve his father’s ashes. It’s an ordeal with which he can only cope by consuming copious amounts of drink and drugs.

To say that Cumberbatch embraces the role of the shivery, shaky, sometimes half-comatose addict is a bit like saying Kim Kardashian has embraced fame. Here, again, is Frankenstein’s monster, except this time he rolls around not on the stage of the National Theatre, but on the floor of a hotel bathroom, a creature brought to life by a needle to a vein. His slow drawl is, of course, pure Terence Rattigan. Even Boyle haunts the piece, for this is basically Trainspotting (a movie he directed), with better shoes and more sophisticated small talk.

I think Nicholls’s decision may make Patrick Melrose hard to love for those who haven’t read the novels; the danger is that they will leave after the first episode, exhausted by its hyperbolic pace and sneering wit (“Is it Dad?” he cries out to an imaginary crowd in the mortuary, ripping the tissue from his father’s face as if he were a birthday present. “It’s just what I wanted. You shouldn’t have!”). Why, they will wonder, is this man so ghastly, so sad, so inept even at a straightforward thing like grief?

But I hope they won’t. The second episode, which flashes back to 1967 when Patrick is a withdrawn child in Start-rite sandals, and of which I have seen a preview, is much better than the first: a brilliantly written and magnificently paced display of distilled human horror. Hugo Weaving, who plays Patrick’s father David, steals every scene; 30 minutes in and you’ve only to catch sight of …read more

Source:: New Statesman


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