This is long in coming! But it's been a busy time, and writing about theatre hasn't been at the top of my list, sadly. But I've seen a lot of it! So, hopefully I can remember what I thought.
First up,
The Winter's Tale, at the Guthrie in Minneapolis.
In part, I timed my last visit to Minneapolis, when it was really still too cold and ridiculous to go there, in order to see this production. It probably hasn't escaped my readers' notice that it's one of my favorite Shakespeare plays, and it's been experiencing something of a renaissance of late: it seems everyone wants to produce it these days. I adored the Guthrie's
Midsummer when I saw it a few years ago, and was excited to visit the venerable institution again.
This production was set, initially, in what looked like an early '50s America: slightly post-war, celebratory, a New Year's Eve party. This put the second act squarely in the flower child era, which made a lot of sense for the Bohemia country scenes and added a delightful element to them; I don't think I've ever seen Bohemia done so well. The director's notes made it clear that this director loved Bohemia best about the play, and it showed.
The performances were mostly marvelous - all professional level, of course - but there was a problem in the center of the play, which was Leontes. Someone - probably the director - made a fatally wrong choice about Leontes' behavior, which is a common mistake: making him just plumb crazy. He seems a bit mentally unbalanced from the beginning, and his jealous fits and sleepless nights have a fugue-state quality to them, his voice dissociated, far away and childlike. Making his horrible behavior in the first act the result of mental illness is a pretty bad choice, serving as it does to take responsibility from him; it's also an easy choice for a director who is not willing to face the idea of Leontes behaving like a monster and still being able to be forgiven.
The choice is salvageable, if one decides that the deaths at the end of the first half and the revelation of the truth snaps Leontes out of it, and into a cold reality where he can recognize where his actions have led him and his family. Sadly, this production fails here, too: Leontes seems to simply sink from a slightly schizoid behavior pattern into a shell shocked kind of depression, which carries over 16 years into the second act. When we return to Sicilia we see Paulina treating him like a child who needs special care, and at the end of the play, when Polixenes and Hermione are in the same room again, Leontes again reacts jealously, flinching at the sight. A lovely moment and image that ends the play (the ending images of both acts made me gasp and tear up suddenly) has everyone pouring out of the chapel upstage except Leontes, who stands behind looking troubled. Hermione turns back for him and takes his face in her hands and kisses him, and the lights bump out. It's a beautiful moment that allows us to see, with this choice made, that Hermione has chosen to return to a broken man, and to take care of him for the rest of their days. But I very much dislike this reading: that Leontes after all this time has regained no strength, has learned nothing from his errors except for endless grief, and cannot be a full partner to Hermione the way she so richly deserves - and the only way, I think, that she would agree to finally leave Paulina's care and take her place again as queen. Instead, she comes out of her long hiding to return to a man who ultimately still doesn't trust her.
Polixenes was only so-so (
srakkt was better); I don't think I saw him make a single powerful choice in the whole play. Paulina was magnificent, as were many of the bit players; young Mamillius was absolutely wonderful - a little older and more aware. And Florizel and Perdita - along with Autolycus and pretty much everyone in Bohemia - were magical and full of life. And the settings were gorgeous, the worlds believable. It's just such a shame about Leontes - as
Bard in Boston so generously said about my own production, the choices that you make about Leontes are the engine that drive this play and make it either sink or fly - and the actor who plays him has to seem like a man worthy of love and respect even as he behaves monstrously. Jason managed it; Michael Hayden, sadly, doesn't.
Think I'll post these one at a time; less daunting that way. Next:
Hamlet!