I’ve seen Punch twice — first on Broadway, and later in London’s West End. The same play, the same story, but two very different Jacobs. Will Harrison in New York and David Shields in London each gave a performance that stayed with me long after the curtains went down. Both left me walking out of the theatre thinking not just about the tragedy of a single punch, but about the quiet miracle of restorative justice — the kind of human repair that’s almost never shown truthfully in the media.
