June 18, 2007

Shakespeare Theater's Modern, Morose Hamlet

snipshot_e4x1tns80si%282%29.jpgRogue and peasant slave? Try petulant teenager. Jeffrey Carlson’s take on the title character of Shakespeare Theater’s production of Hamlet, is much more a pouting, stubborn young man rather than a noble, conflicted individual.

At first, Carlson’s Hamlet seems a bit affected. He's constantly sniffing, as if a coke addict, and it seems for awhile that his steady whining will be too much to handle for the entirety of a three-hour production. But his portrayal becomes more nuanced as the work progresses; his manic mood swings and moments of sly self-awareness are interesting to watch. It's a portrayal lacking in gravitas, but a legitimate take nonetheless.

Gravitas is something frequently lacking in this production, a sleek, modernized take on the play. Michael Kahn's production injects a surprising amount of humor into the tale, using modernized touches like iPods and tape records to amusing rather than hackneyed effect. But the work as a whole lacks the power one would expect from seeing such a great work. Hamlet's father's ghost is less than chilling; Michelle Beck is never fully pitiable during Ophelia's descent into madness. The actors speed through their lines, and soliloquies as a result often fail to grab you.

Still, seeing Hamlet is seeing Hamlet, and the production has much to recommend it. Though he may not mesmerize as Hamlet's father, Ted van Griethusysen commands the stage as the leader of the players who perform at Elsinore, and makes for an appropriately hilarious gravedigger. J. Clint Allen and David L. Townsend's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are given the winking Stoppard treatment, and their scenes with Hamlet, which could be forgettable or frustrating, here are full of energy. The set is cool and sexy -- dangling trees and crashing lightning do a nice job setting the initial mood; a catwalk across the top of the stage provides some opportunities, such as Hamlet jarringly dropping his schoolbooks from above, breaking up the wedding celebration of his mother and uncle.

Perhaps we've become spoiled by all the great Shakespeare we've seen during the Shakespeare in Washington festival. But while this Hamlet is frequently intriguing and smart, it rarely engrosses.

Hamlet runs through July 29 at Shakespeare Theater. Tickets are available online.


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Comments (8)

Funny thing about Hamlet. Teenagers love the guy because he speaks to the angry, frustrated narcissist in us all. But when you re-read the play, or watch it performed when you're older, you realize what a jerk he (and consequently you) were. The guy refuses to s**t or get off the pot; consequently, you end up in Act V up to your armpits in blood.

On the other extreme, you have King Lear, which everyone, young and old, hates. We all resent our parents getting old and becoming a burden to us, even though all of us are destined to become old and become burdens to our own children.

 

Funny, monkeyerotica, I feel the same way about Luke Skywalker.

 

But he was just going to Toshi Station to get some power converters!

 

Haven't seen it yet, but I'm actually looking forward to this production, primarily because it finally addresses all the problems I've had with the play since I was first introduced to lo these many years ago, things that the monk above notices to.

Middle-aged men simply do not act the way Hamlet does, and so it always seemed perverse to me to see Mel Gibson or Branaugh playing it. Hamlet is sullen, angry, treats his girlfriend like crap (and then is angered by her fearful "disloyalty" next). He's presumptive, pretentious and arrogant: a book-read know it all, with little actual practical experience to back it up. Some people fawn over the speech that Hamlet gives to the players, but look at the way he treats them, lecturing to them as if he's spent the years on the stage that they have, and then possessing the temerity to give them his own stuff to play! What, he's a playwright now? Grown men don't act like this. Hamlet's 19 at best.

Eliot sort of hinted around this years ago when he (accurately, I think) identified the problem in Hamlet as his lacking an “objective correlative.” But I think that this is a problem most teenagers have: they suddenly find themselves in very rich emotional terrain, but lack the mechanism to express it, which is why it comes out in sullenness, anger, passive-aggressiveness. This is precisely Hamlet’s problem. He’s feeling a number of emotions, fluctuating between them within the same soliliquoy but doesn’t know why he’s feeling them or how to express them, lighting on different metaphors, none of which seem to do the job.

Again, I’m really looking forward to this…


 

acerbic, i heart you.

 

I'd pay monkey to come back if he ever stopped commenting...

That being said, I absolutely LOVE King Lear. I want to get old and die like that, mostly because it's the most extreme example of the whole "DAMN YOU KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN" old codger in all of literature.

Now I just need to make sure that I have 100 knights in my employ by the time I retire...

 

Well, that's the thing about Hamlet. Sure he's an obnoxious cus (now a collegiate cus, unlike Romeo's Degrassi cus) but the thing that acerbic made me consider is not just the age difference but that Hamlet is a metaphor for the coming-of-age struggle. (has Toby McGuire ever done Ham?)

Then of course, he get's it wrong. Sure, by today's standards, he's a hallucinating maniac. Can you imagine the schadenfruede filled headliners if this happened today? But he's just so damn filled with righteous anger! That's where the waffling needs to from: an in ability to enact his dread vision, then an inspired will to power. Otherwise, he certainly comes off as a poopypants.

I'll see it tonight and decide. Personally I still haven't seen Hamlet the way I'd like too: as an anti-hero rather than a martyr. In the "if this is wrong then I don't want to be right" way. Ah well.

 

Gotta say, went expecting to hate it: not that bad. Maybe there's that expectaions thing...

 
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