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SHAKSPER 1992: Shakespeare on Film
From: Ken Steele (ksteele@epas.utoronto.ca) Date: 05/03/92
Shakespeare Electronic Conference, Vol. 3, No. 94. Sunday, 3 May 1992. Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1992 10:38:01 -0400 From: "Tad Davis" <davist@a1.relay.upenn.edu> Subject: 3.0093 Rs: Branagh; Computers & SAA; Olivier Comment: RE: SHK 3.0093 Rs: Branagh; Computers & SAA; Olivier Two thoughts about Shakespeare on film: (1) Branagh's HENRY V is a masterpiece. I've seen it eight times; finally broke down and bought my own copy. I love it as much now as I did the first time I watched it. The Agincourt sequence is one of the most brilliant battle scenes I've ever seen; more than anything else, it makes it hard not to agree with Orson Welles's assessment of the same scene in Olivier's film: a bunch of men in fancy armor riding horses around a golf course. But what makes the film so endlessly watchable is Branagh himself, and his willingness to take emotional risks -- to show his sense of rage and betrayal, his sense of loss and yearning, his naked fear and naked elation; to suit the action to the word rather than to some misguided sense of muted Bardic reverence. I'm a pacifist, but every time I watch the film, and Branagh gets to the St. Crispin's Day speech, I'm ready to take up my sword and march to the death for my king. (By some legerdemain, Branagh manages to arouse those feelings in me and still find room to accentuate the horror of the battle and the shaky political and moral ground on which Henry treads.) (2) I agree with Steve Urkowitz's opinions about both the HAMLET movies he described. I'd also like to add the Tony Richardson HAMLET to the pot: another one that I finally persuaded myself to buy. (Unfortunately the videotape version of the film is somewhat mauled: it's full of pops and splices, the copyright date is wrong, and the box shows a scene from Polanski's MACBETH. But I really did buy it from a reputable source!) Richardson's direction is a little too close to the face to suit me; I'm much more comfortable with Zefferelli's expansive treatment. But Nicol Williamson remains one of my favorite Hamlets of all time -- the only one who actually convinced me that he was looking at the ghost of his father (which ghost Richardson chose not to show); and the only one who leaves me with a tremendous sense of loss at the end. And while Gordon Jackson's performance as Horatio suffered at the hands of the reviewers, I have always gotten great pleasure from it. The film reflects some errors in judgement -- odd rearrangements of some of the scenes, and a bit too heavy on the sexual energy between Laertes and Ophelia -- but I still recommend it. Tad Davis davist@a1.relay.upenn.edu
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