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Wednesday, 12:15 p.m., Kosovo. An armored van carrying Holbrooke stops along a one-lane dirt road just south of the hamlet of Istinic. Rusted farm implements obstruct traffic, one of many barricades K.L.A. insurgents have set up. U.S. security agents scan the surrounding forest, fearing that the halted convoy may become a target for stray gunfire. Holbrooke orders the vehicles to head back to the town of Decane, which Serb forces burned last month. Coming through the town earlier, the convoy passed deserted buildings, but in the town's center, two dozen people sat at an open-air cafe...
Indeed, Shakespeare is enjoying a good season. The Royal Shakespeare Company is finishing up its most extensive U.S. visit to date, a six-week run that began at the Brooklyn Academy of Music and is now at Washington's Kennedy Center--where its no-star production of Hamlet just set a house record. Helen Hunt, fresh from her Oscar, will star as Viola in Twelfth Night, opening in mid-July at Manhattan's Lincoln Center. R&J, a quirky, all-male version of Romeo and Juliet, is creating buzz off-Broadway. And just arrived in New York, following a nationwide...
...play and seasoned it with Japanese costumes and mannerisms. If the production doesn't quite soar, it's probably because the plot remains one of Shakespeare's messiest, with everything from a headless corpse to a guest appearance by the god Jupiter. Matthew Warchus' sleek, modern-dress version of Hamlet toys with the play as well, dropping entire characters (no Fortinbras), tossing in home movies of Hamlet and his father, and setting the early scenes at a swank big-band dance party. The conceit soon loses steam, however, leaving us with a fairly straightforward reading, sparked by the high-strung...
...recordings, film and videotape form a permanent database of old-time show biz. A young actor can summon up Marlon Brando's performance in A Streetcar Named Desire instead of having to read about it as a part of the irretrievable past, remote as David Garrick's 18th century Hamlet...
...Brando, that heartbreakingly beautiful champion of the Stanislavskian revolution in acting, never arrived at Hamlet. Never even came close. He would go on to give us a few great things, and a few near great things, but eventually he would abandon himself, as every tabloid reader knows, to suet and sulks, self-loathing and self-parody. The greatness of few major cultural figures of our century rests on such a spindly foundation. No figure of his influence has so precariously balanced a handful of unforgettable achievements against a brimming barrelful of embarrassments...