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...adder; his furrowed brow is a topography of inconsolable anguish. His Hamlet is a seismogram of a soul in shock. Here is a Hamlet of spleen and sorrow, of fire and ice, of bantering sensuality, withering sarcasm and soaring intelligence. He cuts through the music of the Shakespearean line to the marrow of its meaning. He spares the perfidious king who killed his father no contempt, but he saves his rage for the unfeeling gods who, in all true tragedy, make and mangle human destiny. Take him, all in all, for a great, mad, doomed, spine-shivering Hamlet, and anyone...
...adder; his furrowed brow is a topography of inconsolable anguish. His Hamlet is a seismogram of a soul in shock. It is a Hamlet of spleen and sorrow, of fire and ice, of bantering sensuality, withering sarcasm and soaring intelligence. Williamson cuts through the music of the Shakespearean line to the marrow of its meaning. He spares no contempt for the perfidious king who killed his father, but he saves his rage for the unfeeling gods who, in all true tragedy, make and mangle human destiny. Williamson is, in all, a great, doomed, spine-shivering Hamlet, and anyone who fails...
...adder; his furrowed brow is a topography of inconsolable anguish. His Hamlet is a seismogram of a soul in shock. Here is a Hamlet of spleen and sorrow, of fire and ice, of bantering sensuality, withering sarcasm and soaring intelligence. He cuts through the music of the Shakespearean line to the marrow of its meaning. He spares the perfidious king who killed his father no contempt, but he saves his rage for the unfeeling gods who, in all true tragedy, make and mangle human destiny. Take him, all in all, for a great, mad, doomed, spine-shivering Hamlet, and anyone...
...fully capable of interference with the ongoing business of putting on plays. Some months ago, I stood on the stage of Washington's scrubbed and refurbished Ford's theatre, and indulged myself in a rather banal reflection on the impossibility of playing comedy in the house where a hack Shakespearean once broke...
...Shakespearean comedy, even a play as nice as this pageant of misrepresentation and manipulation, needs to survive on a modern stage. Mr. McBain has apparently understood this requirement, but his intermittant attempts to provide are the sorts of cures that kill. Where the play cries out for a locale--a definite fix in time and space--he has staged it with settings as homey and identifiable as the mountains of the moon, and costumes suggestive of a Bulgarian re-make of Flash Gordon. The addition of a sort of light show-cyclorama, beautiful as it may be in the abstract...