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Wittenberg
A. C. Chapin


We jumped the bed, and one night broke its frame,
and read our lessons, wept as Thisbe died.
When the gold ran out, you'd shout your name.
and, for the prince, they'd put the debt aside.
We never wasted words except to sing
or cry out loud the sweetest lines of Greek
or shout for more, for more of everything;
when hearts are one, what need have tongues to speak?
When at your father's death you had to leave
-- left a weeping wench, Aristophanes unread --
I tied the mourning band around your sleeve
and knelt to you and bent my common head.
"A prince you came," I said, "a king you go."
You shook your head, "Not so, Horatio."

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OMG, how cool is this?? I got to see that show back in 1984, and again in 1986, when McKellen brought it to the U.S. on tour. It was at the Geffen Playhouse, a wonderful little theater-in-the-round in Westwood. He was not a very well-known actor in the States back then, but I'd seen him in a couple of BBC productions, and it was in the middle of my Renaissance Faire days when I was steeped in learning about Elizabethan culture and Shakespeare, so I was WAAAAYYYY jazzed to get tix to this show.

It was SO FABULOUS. An entire evening of hearing him teach about Shakespeare. I learned so much from that show - about the history, the speeches, the language. About creating a character from Shakespeare's words, and how to take apart the lines and mine them for emotional information.

Here's how the show started. (Keep in mind that the first time I saw it, I had front row seats in this little 300-seat theater, so I was about eight feet away from him.) He's sitting in a beautiful old armchair, kind of lolling with one leg propped up on the arm, very casual/disdainful/sexy. He looks slowly around the theater, and begins to do Richard III:

Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
To cross me from the golden time I look for!

Beautiful. He swung his foot idly as he did this, with a little half-smile on his face, and you almost got the feeling that he'd had a bit to drink and was having fun murmuring to himself. It was fascinating hearing him roll the words around, how much he obviously loved the language. And then he got to this bit:

Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
What other pleasure can the world afford?
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

And right there, on that line, he turned his head and looked STRAIGHT AT ME. And yowza, lemme tell you I damn near MELTED in the seat cushion. It was quite direct, his gaze very piercing. Of course I knew what he was doing, picking a random audience member to play with and acting the hell out of the moment. But it was certainly a ton of fun to get that gaze and give it BACK full measure with a nice lascivious smile. This is the absolute irreplaceable brilliance of theater, something that films cannot possible ever achieve - a moment of connection with a character, with an actor, with another human being.

And then came an even more amazing thing. As he continued on with the speech, he pulled his leg down off the arm of the chair, and slowly got up. And we saw that what we'd taken for a languid, sensual pose was actually the deformity of his spine, so as he rose his body stayed in the same bent, hunched posture. It was an exquisite transformation, the more so because it only happened in the audience's mind. He'd been twisted and crippled all along, we just didn't know it. His character had such force and intensity that we'd never questioned what we saw. So amazing. I'll never forget it.

There were other wonderful things about that night. So many fantastic anecdotes from his career (which at the time was almost all stage work), including the one about John Gielgud that still makes me laugh. In one section, he presented Macbeth's speech about his wife, "She would have died hereafter...", first in the manner and cadence of an actual Elizabethan actor such as Richard Burbage, and then he took some time to take the speech apart, line by line and word by word, telling us how he and his fellow thespians approach the beautiful language, and all the complexities that exist in it, and how the colors and shades and intricacies inform a performance. And then he did the speech again, but this time as he himself would perform it, and the contrast was truly extraordinary. I learned so much about the evolution of theater from that one section of the evening alone.

And then the finale! He asked how many people in the audience would like to come up onstage and act with him. O'course my hand flew up along with a bunch of others. He picked out about 12 of us, and invited us up. Then we went into a huddle and he explained what he wanted us to do, which was to place ourselves randomly on the stage and stand quietly until he signalled with his hand behind his back, at which point we were to drop like a sack of potatoes and lie dead on the floor. He introduced an anecdote to the audience about what happened to an actor friend of his who had to play a scene (I think it was from Henry V) where he was supposedly standing on a field of battle and would read a long list of the names of the dead, but when he opened the scroll found it blank, so he had to improvise the names. He then signalled, we dropped, and then came the hard part - trying like hell not to laugh as he re-enacted his friend's utter consternation and bumbling attempts to come up with a long list of plausible names. I cannot tell you what a fun and fitting ending that was to such a great, great evening.


So yeah, you better believe I'm gonna be buying this DVD. *runs to pre-order*

Got from txvoodoo

When you see a Shakespeare quote you must respond with one of your own in your LJ.


Oh villain, villain, smiling damned villain.
That one may smile and smile, and be a villain!

- Hamlet, Act I, Scene V


Always makes me think of O.J. Simpson, that line.