Someone suggested that I do a note on my favourite films of Shakespeare – recognising that the list today might change radically tomorrow. Here then is today’s first XI – in alphabetical order.
All’s Well that Ends Well is the only play by this author I have not seen on stage. The 1981 BBC version features two of my favourite actors, and not just in Shakespeare – Ian Charleson and Michael Hordern. Bertram is a rotten role, but Charleson was so good. Hordern for me is like Gielgud – they both look like they were born to play Shakespeare. Hordern oozes Lafew. There is a wonderful scene – Act V scene ii – where Parolles is wretched and roughly dealt with by the Clown, and Lafew takes him under his wing. It is pure magic that can’t be taught. No wonder Hordern terrified Richard Burton as a scene stealer.
The 1984 BBC Coriolanus has a spellbinding performance from Alan Howard in the lead. He makes no effort to hide his contempt of the mob, and this author knew how to show politics in the gutter. The sets the BBC employed are perfect for this plot. Irene Worth is the mother-in-law from hell. Riveting political drama that is relevant to our time.
I have never understood the fuss about Citizen Kane, but it is hard to avoid the word genius with Orson Welles’ Chimes at Midnight of 1965. The film draws on all the Falstaff plays – except Merry Wives. Somehow it manages to convey the essence of the author’s most famous character. Gielgud plays the king, and Norman Rodwell is brilliant as a restless young prince wondering if he might be soulless. He was his father’s son. (It was a bit rich for the producers to give second billing to the late Jean Moreau for Doll – she has about four lines.)
It’s hard to believe that Branagh’s Hamlet came out more than twenty years ago – in 1996. I saw it four times at the Astor in packed houses. Some of these dream cast jobs can get wearisome but not this one. The late Richard Briers was a Branagh favourite and another professional scene stealer. Rufus Sewell was perfect for Horatio – the kind of guy who would give you a very worrying night if he came to take out your daughter. The late Robin Williams aired his magic as the courtier, and Gerard Depardieu shows what a wonderful screen presence he has as he stares down Richard Briers with the least lines in the play.
Branagh’s Henry V (1989) got flogged to death in my house when a daughter wrote a ballet to the music. Branagh’s enthusiasm is infectious. He broke off with Emma Thompson, but she is very sexy here – and backed up by the great Geraldine McEwan. Ian Holm nearly steals the show as Fluellen, he having played the lead in the Harper Collins audio. You also get the bonus of Brian Blessed as Exeter and Richard Briers as Bardolph. The other great scene stealer is Mountjoy, the French Herald. Blessed is wonderful in confronting the French, and Scofield shows what a great actor he was. (I’m sure Brian Blessed was in Z Cars and that Sergeant Barlow called him ‘a teddy boy in uniform’: that English frankness was a real revelation to me.)
The whole cast of the BBC Henry VIII (1979) is strong – led by John Stride and Claire Bloom – but Timothy West is splendid as the doomed Cardinal Wolsey – the very definition of a professional politician. The phrase ‘spin doctor’ could have been coined for this great play. The scene where the plot to unseat the Archbishop is foiled is unforgettable high politics.
When Brando did Julius Caesar in 1953, I was about eight. This film helped introduce my girls to Shakespeare: ‘Golly, Dad, who’s that hunk?’ This is another wonderful political plot. Brando is amazing in the big speech, but we tend to forget the dramatic power of the next two scenes. Shakespeare wrote a lot about how easy it is to inflame the mob. He would be horrified but not surprised by seeing the mob in action today.
Fantasy and slapstick are hard to put on the screen, but the 1998 Hollywood Midsummer Night’s Dream gives it a real shot. Kevin Kline and the director, and clips from opera, make Bottom an intriguing star, but David Strathairn and Sophie Marceau are just right as royalty – and there is no doubt that Michelle Pfeiffer was Hollywood royalty.
The Branagh Much Ado about Nothing of 1994 has one of the most invigorating starts of a movie. Emma Thompson is deadly as Beatrice, but Michael Keaton nearly runs off with show in the comic parts.
It would be churlish to skip Richard Burton and his then wife Elizabeth Taylor in the 1967 Taming of the Shrew directed by the great film and opera director, Franco Zeffirelli. The screen is painted with something close to an Old Master level, and Michael Hordern as the unfortunate dad again shows his lethal scene stealing.
When I saw Julie Taymor’s debut as feature film director in Titus in 1999 at the cinema, on each occasion I could feel and hear the audience shift uneasily at the end when Anthony Hopkins appears on the screen ‘dressed as a cook’ – which I think is the stage direction. This is for obvious reasons a difficult play to put on but I thought then and I think now that this production was a complete and gutsy success. It is brilliantly set and choreographed. Geraldine McEwen has a small part that finds the wrong end of a billiard cue. While the sources are Roman, this film comes across as the archetypal Greek tragedy of a cursed house. Hopkins is perfect as the square-jawed servant of public duty. Jessica Lange still conveys that sexy fatality. As the play is developed in the film, it could be at the root of the great Westerns. Most of the show is about how bad the bad guys are, so that when their dispatch comes at the end, the sense of relief is complete. This is the revenge show of all revenge shows. The film is also a demolition job on the notion that ancient Rome was civilised.
Well, there’s my first XI for today. Imogen Stubbs and Helena Bonham Carter were both terrific in Twelfth Night of 1996, but the slapstick didn’t quite come off, and some of the boys got worried when they thought that Ms Stubbs – who I would have given an arm and a leg to see play the Jailer’s Daughter – looked sexiest when dressed as a copper and with a moustache. That kind of thing may be unsettling, but she carried it off with her customary trade craft.
Well, whatever else may be said, we are not denied great offerings – and that’s without going to the Globe and other live productions.