In all, I would say it was a solid performance and one I was
happy to see. I’ve always considered Lear to be a difficult play since the
societal assumptions and roles have changed so much since Shakespeare’s
time. Fathers and kings no longer
receive the unquestioned devotion of their subjects and children.
I saw a version in Stratford where the director portrayed
Lear as having Alzheimer’s. I thought
that was an interesting approach and one which fit his behaviour well. Lear’s irrational shifts between demands and
tears, his descent into madness, his apparent inability to tolerate any dissent
or discussion about his behaviour, those are all familiar to those whose loved
ones suffer from Alzheimer’s. It gave
Goneril and Reagan some useful sympathy.
Rather than vicious unnatural vipers intent on destroying their father,
they are women attempting to manage their father’s illness. It made their later actions harder to
understand, in terms of their war to seduce Edmund, but I thought the choice
worked. Purists might complain and
wonder if Shakespeare was even aware of Alzheimer’s as a disease, but that’s
for historians to debate.
I wonder sometimes how Shakespeare would feel about modern
interpretations and adaptations of his plays.
I’m sure he’d be both tickled and flabbergasted to realize they were
still being performed four hundred years after his death. There are times I imagine he’d be frustrated
by tedious and weighty performances, full of sonorous importunings. I can see him charging out of the wings,
shouting “No! No! No!” before rolling up his sleeves and directing the
actors. From his work, I would guess
that Shakespeare loved to laugh. The
jokes and plays on words speak for themselves.
Even in tragedy, he inserts wry jests and comic relief.
In fact, if I may dare critique, sometimes I think the jokes
distract from the story. The Fool in
Lear is a fun character, lots of fun to watch, but he distracts from the events
of the story.
(Waiting to see if lightning strikes me down from the
heavens for my impertinence … Nope?
Okay, still good.)
To me, the genius of Shakespeare was the universality of his
characters and his ability to use the English language like an artist uses
paint. The plots of his plays are mostly
lifted from history or contemporary culture and tend to be melodramatic. But the language and characters transcend the
predictability. You don’t go to a
Shakespeare play to be surprised by the ending.
(Or else they certainly wouldn’t have lasted this long.) You go to enjoy the journey.
I like the character developed in Shakespeare in Love. It feels genuine. He’s a
writer who is desperate to get his work done but he’s also frustrated with the
limitations available to him, the “notes” from the theatre owner and his life
in general. He’s not an isolated genius
sitting in an ivory tower and penning great works, he’s a playwright who wants
to make rent and food money. I think
it’s important not to forget that the plays weren’t intended to be scholarly
subjects. They were meant to be
performed and enjoyed by an audience.
Hopefully enjoyed enough that they’d come back for the next one. They were commercial.
Art done for popular culture isn’t necessarily invalidated
by its own popularity. I’ve always
believed that if a piece was so obscure that it needed a ream of footnotes to
be understood, then the artist didn’t do a good job of connection with his or
her audience. Not everything which is
popular is good (cough, cough, reality TV, cough). But if it connects with a lot of people over
a long period of time, then you’ve got to look at it again and see what is
resonating.
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