Thursday, December 5, 2013

Shakespeare in New York

I have been in New York this week.  A client called me up on Monday for a round of meetings and hasn't let me go since.  Not that much is actually happening to require my presence (the negotiations have been stalled since Monday afternoon); mostly I think the client just wants to know it has me ready at hand, just in case.  The upshot for me has been a week of inconvenient workdays followed by evenings of phenomenal theatre.

The Belasco Theatre just off of Times Square is running Shakespeare's Twelfth Night and Richard III in repertory (meaning that the same group of actors performs each play in alternation).  The productions are imported from the Globe Theatre in England and have gotten glowing reviews from everyone (for a sampling, check out the New York Times, The New Yorker, and the Washington Post). 

On Tuesday I managed to duck out of work in time to see Twelfth Night; last night I saw Richard III -- and I'm still recovering from both.  Watching these plays was the sort of rare, truly magical experience that makes you want to laugh out loud for sheer happiness while watching them, and leaves you for days afterwards feeling like a different person, like the world is somehow a better, more wondrous place than it seemed before.

The cast is all male, as it would have been in Shakespeare's day, and everything about the set, costumes, music, etc. is as authentic as possible.  For example, the clothing is all hand-made by artisans using the same materials as existed in Elizabethan times (wool, linen, leather; buttons, clasps and hooks, no zippers; silk wigs).  The stage is set to look like the sort of grand hall where plays like this were performed in great houses and colleges while touring away from the main playhouse; the chandeliers are lit by real beeswax candles that drip throughout the performance.  The music is live; performed by musicians using period instruments.  And the performers dress and apply their makeup onstage in front of the audience (also as apparently was done back in the day). 

The integrity of these trappings bring a magic all their own, but the life of the shows is in the performers.  I was familiar with several of the actors from before.  I'd seen Mark Rylance in the hilarious Boeing Boeing, and Samuel Barnett in History Boys, both on Broadway several years ago; and Stephen Fry I know and love from the British TV show QI (though he's done a lot else, too).  The performances were strong across the cast, with thoughtful and subtle portrayals of each of the characters. 

And there was no shouting.  One of my biggest complaints, even about generally good Shakespeare productions such as those put on by the Shakespeare Theatre Company in DC, is that too often the level of intensity for every emotion is ratcheted so high that I come away feeling beaten and a little dead.  In fact, just the other day I was thinking how nice it would be to see a production where people just spoke plainly in an ordinary tone of voice, leaving the shouting and anguish to scenes (if any) that truly deserve it; where the actors speak like human beings, not like SHAKESPEAREAN ACTORS. What a pleasure, then, to find that very thing in these two plays!  There was no overwrought anguish; no shouting where shouting wasn't required. 

Among the cast of strong players, the standout, clearly was Mark Rylance.  As Olivia, in Twelfth Night, and Richard, in Richard III, his interpretation of the roles brought depth and subtlety, and a tremendous amount of humor, to the characters.  He played off the audience and the other actors, and allowed and encouraged them to play off him, in a way that made everyone feel part of the delightful thing that was happening.  And despite (perhaps because) of his greatness, he didn't dominate the scenes, and he clearly relished the moments when the other actors and their characters held their own with his.  For example, in Richard III, I loved the strength and intelligence of Barnett's Queen Elizabeth.  The final scene between the two, when Richard (after killing Elizabeth's husband, brothers and two sons) asks for Elizabeth's help in wooing her young daughter in a ploy to secure his hold on the throne, was electric: two immovable forces meeting and, for the first time in Richard's trajectory, he doesn't win.  (The parting kiss that Elizabeth gives Richard is more violent and humiliating than any blow or curse would have been.)

Perhaps more than anything else, these plays were fun; especially Twelfth Night (it's admittedly harder to have fun when the Duke of Gloucester is murdering children in their beds).  The audience was eager and willing (and surprisingly sophisticated for Broadway -- most around me were die-hard theatre (and specifically Rylance) fans, trading stories about the shows they'd seen in New York and London and wherever else (my kind of people!)), and the actors and other production elements intentionally brought us in.  There was a winking sort of complicity between the actors and audience, and an acknowledgement that we needed each other to make real the worlds of the plays.

I'm not sure how much longer I'll be here in New York (from a laundry perspective, I really should go home tonight), but if I don't leave tonight, I'm seriously considering going again.  (And for my readers who don't live near New York, I'd say that if ever there was theatre worth traveling for, this is it!)

Twelfth Night
One of my favorite Shakespeare plays.  Mostly because the story revolves around a pair of boy-girl twins.  If Heather and I are ever shipwrecked, this is how I'd want the story to turn out.  (Synopsis here.)

Viola and Olivia
Viola (played by a man) is a woman dressed as a man
wooing a woman on behalf of the man she (Viola)
loves; naturally Olivia falls in love with the man that
Viola is pretending to be.  Hilarity ensues.
Sebastian and Viola
The shipwrecked twins, reunited
Malvolio (Stephen Fry) pursuing Olivia (Mark Rylance)
after pranksters lead him to think she loves him
Malvolio, Maria, Olivia
This photo gives a sense of the set.

And here's a video featuring Rylance's Olivia and Fry's Malvolio.

Richard III
A history play that will make you question any fairy-tale-inspired desire to be royal.  Also, one more down, 18 to go!  (Synopsis here.)

(That little crippled hand is the creepiest
thing ever. Especially when he made people
kiss it.)

Elizabeth and her son, the prince.
(Richard murders the prince)

Richard and Lady Anne
(he murders her father and husband, then marries her
and murders her, too)

Elizabeth and Richard
(after that final kiss I told you about, when Elizabeth refuses
to encourage her daughter to marry the man who killed her father,
uncles and brothers)



1 comment:

Mary said...

I WILL go with you someday!