Must see: Twelfth Night/Richard III, Apollo Theatre, London W1

Mark Rylance and Stephen Fry stand at opposite ends of the acting spectrum. The former is a protean genius; the latter performs subtle variations on the Fry persona.

So they make a piquant pairing, as the grieving Olivia and her killjoy steward Malvolio, in Tim Carroll's all-male production of Twelfth Night, which, in tandem with the same company's Richard III, achieves a glorious transfer from Shakespeare's Globe to Shaftesbury Avenue.

Seventeen years after his exit from Cell Mates, Fry's intelligent, generous performance – almost studiedly not a "star turn" – restores balance to a play in which Malvolio can hog the limelight. Rylance's wondrously funny Olivia is a marvel of fluttery panic, bringing her emergence from the stately safety of mourning to absurdly touching life.

The actor's genius is equally mould-breaking in Carroll's Richard III, which has become deeper and more disturbing since it was first seen in the summer.

(0844 579 1971) to 10 Feb