Your Majesty shall mock me

The actual notes I made while watching Henry V go like this:

• Tom whats-his-face from King Lear! He always sounds that drippy!
• Tom Hiddleston riding. Does he do his own riding?
• Are they going to colour-code this with French in blue and English in Red? Should make it easier to follow…
• Masterful Tom Hiddleston.
• Oh look it’s Anton Lesser!
• Speechifying Tom Hiddleston.
• The comedy bit with Katherine. Never quite got this.
• Tom Hiddleston has an army of twelve. Never mind, the French only have about twenty.
• Tom Hiddleston in velvet. Yay!
• It’s over? No more Tom Hiddleston? Sadface.

O do not wish one more!

I have just finished watching the Hollow Crown. What a brilliant and masterful production it has been. Richard II did stand out for me, but all the casting and production has been great, and I can’t wait for round 2!

Henry V is obviously a play that gets done a lot – and like all true Englishmen, I’ve seen both the Laurence Olivier and Kenneth Branagh versions. I said before that I thought it would be possible to find more in it than Olivier’s glorification and Branagh’s denial of war, and it seemed to me this was a more intimate portrayal, focussed on Henry rather than seeking to make a broader statement.

Tom Hiddleston, therefore, had a lot to do and he did it astonishingly well. Well, no, not astonishingly well – I should know by now that he is a very gifted actor. He portrayed a really majestic king, one who was considered, but decisive when he needed to be, not proud, but dignified. And an awesome speechmaker. It was really jolting, to see the brief flashbacks and remember what a wastrel he had been in Henry IV. Now Hal was Henry, a successful king, winner of wars – and ladies.

And what did they do with this? They bookended the film with his funeral. What could be, on the face of it, a rather triumphal (or at least happy) film, they made into a tragedy. What a waste of England, to have and lose such kings as we have seen! What a Hollow Crown it is…

Many doubled kisses

Well with Maxine Peake as Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet in a swimming pool I clearly need to get myself to Manchester…

I will resolve for Scotland

Today, for obvious reasons, I’ve been thinking about Scotland.

 

Alas poor Scotland! Shakespeare set fewer of his plays there than in Verona – not an auspicious start… And it’s all about the wars – in Henry IV Northumberland fights (offstage) there, Henry VI is banished there, and in Macbeth it isn’t exactly a land flowing with milk and honey (in the McAvoy version in the Trafalgar Studios it was a post-apocalyptic wasteland, for goodness sake!).
So, it is a little challenging to be properly balanced here, in the spirit of journalistic integrity. In The Comedy of Errors Scotland is found “by the barrenness, hard in the palm of the hand”.  In Henry VI it “hath will to help, but cannot help”. In Macbeth it has the best and the worst – it is “Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call’d our mother, but our grave” but “hath foisons [abundance] to fill up your will”.
I’m not sure if that’s a yes or a no for independence…

It’s like trying to pick a lock with a wet herring

I recently re-watched Shakespeare in Love, which I think is still surprisingly good. I had forgotten quite how many in-jokes there are – I counted explicit references to at least 5 Shakespeare plays, never mind all the standard cross-dressing, sword-fighting stuff. And Kit Marlowe and John Webster!

Mostly, though, I still want a mug that says A Prefent from Stratford.

The moon shines bright, in such a night as this

In honour of the Supermoon (see pretty pictures here and here) I thought I’d throw together some Shakespeare quotes about the moon. It’s something he talks about often – and in a lot of different ways.

The moon’s phases are a metaphor for changeability – who can forget the “the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb” in Romeo and Juliet? And again in Henry V – “a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly”. In Antony and Cleopatra, it is “the visiting moon” beneath which “there is nothing left remarkable”. And in Othello, “Think’st thou I’d make a lie of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicion”.

The moon is seemingly never good for love. When not fickle, it is lacking in passion – Falstaff’s “noble and chaste mistress the moon” in Henry IV Part I, the “cold fruitless moon” in A Midsummer Night’s Dream which also causes Theseus to complain “but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires”. She is not even to be trusted – in Hamlet “The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon”. Almost the only exception is The Merchant of Venice, where “the moon sleeps with Endymion And would not be awaked”.

The moon is often downright dangerous. In Othello “She comes more nearer earth than she was wont And makes men mad” and eclipses – in King Lear “These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us”, in Macbeth the witches collect “Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse”. Oberon was “Ill met by moonlight” in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Again in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, the moon is “the governess of floods / Pale in her anger, washes all the air”, and a watery connection is also common. In Richard III, Elizabeth “being governed by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world”. And as The Winter’s Tale correctly points out, “you may as well / Forbid the sea for to obey the moon”.

Finally, the moon is itself – but as only Shakespeare could put it. “The moon’s an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun”. I am looking forward to Timon of Athens.

My Oberon, what visions have I seen!

Well, I still haven’t booked any more plays – although the Stratford 2015 season looks promising, and even Peckham is surprisingly getting in on the act  But my mind is still in a Shakespeare vibe, and the announcement of a black Iago has turned it down the fantasy casting route. The play I’ve seen most often (and probably love the best) is Much Ado About Nothing, so let’s start with Beatrice and Benedick. I actually really enjoyed the 2012 Tennant/Tate version, but I also loved Eve Best and Charles Edwards at the Globe, and Alexis Denisof and Amy Acker in the Whedon film. And then there’s the surprisingly effectively Shakespeare ReTold version with Damian Lewis and Sarah Parrish… And obviously Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson have to keep a special place in my heart as my first version, even if it does now just resemble a Tuscan holiday where they happened to do some filming.

Wow. I really have seen Much Ado rather a lot.

 

In my fantasy, I would love to see a young Alan Rickman as Benedick. Not just for the beauty of his voice, but because I believe he could have convincingly carried off Benedick’s growth and the heartbreaking scene where he resigns his commission. Looking to what might be possible without time travel, though, and trying to avoid picking Tom Hiddleston for everything, Oliver Chris is currently being rather fabulous in Bluestone 42

As for Beatrice, well, apparently Zoe Wanamaker has already been awesome. I like it played with a bit of vulnerability – a touch of Sally Bowles’ front – and while Liza Minnelli would certainly be unmistakeable in the role, I think I’ll opt for Kate Bracken – her role in Being Human had the same sort of vibe. She might need a few more years though…

 

I would come back and do some minor character casting, but it’ll probably just turn into a rant about Hero and Claudio. Not sure Sean Maher can be beaten as Don John though (and if he can, it certainly wasn’t by Keanu Reeves…)