It’s a tense and unnerving 100 minutes, driven by a frankly terrifying performance from a pumped-up, bullet-headed Samuel Edward-Cook as Moat. But where Icke brought phenomenal clarity to Aeschylus, Chekhov and Shakespeare, he makes the story here as muddy as possible. Was Moat failed by society, or was he a “callous murderer, full stop, end of story” as then-PM David Cameron put it? Neither? Both? Icke isn’t saying.
Manhunt at the Royal Court review: a terrifying lead performance
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