It was Shakespeare at the Folger Shakespeare Theater/Library
this past Sunday afternoon and a play of the Bard's that I had never read or seen performed
before. "Antony & Cleopatra" was one of Shakespeare's later
tragedies, and it is based on a translation of a history by Plutarch. The thing
about experiencing a Shakespeare play for the very first time--even if you have
a basic understanding of the plot (thank you, Richard Burton and Elizabeth
Taylor!) is that you're still spending a lot of energy grasping the nuances of
the dialogue in order to just come away with a sound understanding of what this
version is all about. The advantage that this provides is a generalized
understanding of the sense of the production as a whole. There isn't mental
room for too much nitpicking and the things that either bother or impress are
generally obviously bothersome or impressive. By comparison, if I were to go
see Romeo & Juliet AGAIN, I am looking for lots of very specific things
from the way particular recitations go to the finer points of movement and
chemistry between characters.
Let me; therefore, start with some general observations. I
don't really like the play that much--it covers too much ground in too short a
time span and the transitions between major shifts in historical events are not
always discernible at first--leaving me feeling like I'm playing catch-up in
order to understand shifts in the emotional relationships between the
characters. At least in this
performance, the first half was slow and had a lot of lack luster plodding. The
shining example of the opposite was the character of Octavius Caesar played by
Dylan Paul. He landed in every scene with an intensity that was captivating and
seemed to energize those around him. Then came the second half; which was like
a different play. Nearly everyone
stepped up their game, and things became much more compelling. Granted there
were also major soliloquies to be performed and lots of people die--it's a
Shakespearean Tragedy, after all. Yet, both the principles Cody Nickell as Mark
Antony and, especially, Shirine Babb at Cleopatra just become more real in
their emotional portrayal of the famous lovers. I found myself ceasing to think
of them as actors portraying characters, and instead I saw them as Antony and
Cleopatra. On the negative, and I rarely get personal when it comes to criticisms
of actors, there are just some people who can't do Shakespeare. They fucking
can't! When they try, they simply become a distraction. That would be Simoné
Elizabeth Bart. And while she had the relatively minor role of Charmian (thank
the muses!), she was never in the zone. I came to dread the moment I realized
she going to speak again. Her resumé is impressive, she just isn't my cup of
tea for this genre of acting. And
unless she's just bull-headed arrogant, I fault the director for not correcting
her interpretation of the role.
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