REVIEW: Hamlet (Public Theatre)
starring Michael Stuhlbarg, Sam Waterston, Lauren Ambrose, Andre Braugher
directed by Oskar Eustis
Delacorte Theatre, Central Park
through June 29
tickets free, at the Delacorte or via online lottery
After years of misfire celebrity stunt-casting, irrelevant scenic “spectaculars,” and half-hearted updating gimmicks, would you understand me if I said how refreshing it is to see a Public Theatre Shakespeare in the Park production that actually felt like seeing a serious production of…Shakespeare? The (so far) much-maligned Hamlet currently at the Central Park Delacorte certainly has problems—but they are by and large the failings that curse most Hamlet productions: a weak Gertrude and Claudius, an interminable Act IV, a general petering out of everyone’s energy by the end. But these flaws, as I said, are common—in fact, so common I’m beginning to wonder if they’re built into the play itself.
But if there’s one thing director Oskar Eustis got right, it’s the most important thing—he got the right Hamlet. Or at least the right Hamlet for this production. If Eustis’ staging and conceptualization of the play is less dynamic, less visually dazzling, and, yes, longer than others, these qualities suit the quiet, thoughtful sensibility of his star, Michael Stuhlbarg.
I remember a directing mentor of mine once declaring, “You have to decide who is your Hamlet? Is he a warrior? A lover? A manic depressive?” Well Eustis and Stuhlbarg remind us of one key identity of the characters’ that so often gets lost in legend: Hamlet the Scholar. Or, dare I say: the nerd?
When you think about it, casting Hamlet as a swashbuckling traditional leading-man (what I’ll call the Olivier/Mel Gibson/Liev Schreiber route) goes against some key plot points of the play. After all, if he were such a brave he-man from the get-go, wouldn’t he just take down Claudius by Act II and spare us all another two hours? Sure there’s all that “conscience” talk, but when the man before us seems more concerned with his profile and pecs than the judgment upon his soul, these are just “words, words, words.” While an actor like Kevin Kline (who essayed the part twice at the Public) was as capable as any at combining both personality types, in general the leading man type is generally pretty unconvincing as the poet-philosopher cursed by “the pale cast of thought” who’s always “thinking too precisely on the event.” When Ophelia swoons over his madness, it is not to his bravery or physical prowess she appeals but “what a noble mind is here o’erthrown.”
That Stuhlbarg—a Juilliard grad who played Richard II at the Public at 25—has a fine classical instrument and impressive verse-speaking skills no one has denied. Cast so effectively recently as the younger brother in Pillowman and the priggish idealist in The Voysey Inheritance—he has also carved out a unique niche on the
Eustis’ overall production benefits from a similar modesty, I feel, and in this way generously supports Stuhlbarg’s performance. (Which is probably one of the reasons it suffers most when he is not onstage.) The setting is vaguely modern, without being intrusively so. (What I’d call a practical, not conceptual updating.) David Korins’ white-metal prison backdrop—recalling at once both a submarine and a mental institution—has come in for much ridicule, I gather; but while not pretty to look at, it makes a simple strong statement that always supports and never obstructs the play. (“
(The clues are all there, of course for this interpretation. Ophelia reminds him not to lecture her on morality until he “recks his own rede” and even Polonius sends a spy after him to report back on his libertine ways. Just like Hamlet is usually cast as a traditional manly hero, there’s a tradition of Laertes being Hamlet’s double—and the actor is often even his understudy! Many recent American Hamlets—including Schreiber and Michael Cumpsty—have gotten their start playing Laertes.)
Ambrose—whose much-praised Juliet last year in the park I missed, but can now believe—achieves that rare balance for a modern Ophelia: to convey innocence without weakness. Far too many readings of late have tried to insist on Polonius’ puppet daughter as a worldly independent agent from Act I, but this robs her story of all its tragic arc in this man’s world of a play. Plus, only the spirit of innocent can convincingly sell the crestfallen moment of her rejection by Hamlet—the onset of the disillusionment that will lead to her death. Both Ambrose and Stuhlbarg manage to bring a purity and freshness to these overly familiar roles. In her mad scene (part of that always interminable Hamlet-less Act IV) I’m afraid she still falls into the rambling obscurity and overly-obvious sexuality that actors and directors seem to inevitably resort to in this scene. (Does no one take seriously the line “incapable of her own distress”?) But her “punk” look was kind of original and Ambrose never veers into falseness. Who knew one of our finest classical actresses needed “Six Feet Under” to get noticed?
(I cannot neglect to mention here the wonderful work in the production by another underrated American classical actor, Jay O. Sanders, heretefore known for movies, but finally getting some well-deserved meaty stage roles. As he did with Alfred P. Doolittle in the Roundabout revival of Pygmalian last season, here he brings an utterly authentic and recognizable, and effortlessly natural, middle-American working class sensibility to a European-classic role like the Gravedigger. He's not bad as the Player King and the Ghost, either.)As for the Gertrude and Claudius problem, Margaret Colin and Andre Braugher seem to be playing it awfully safe. Braugher is a stage actor capable of real power. But perhaps he and Eustis are so afraid of unleashing the character’s clear menace, that they “nice” him out of the conflict altogether. With such an unthreatening Claudius, we again have to wonder: “what’s the problem Hamlet? Take him!” (Even Stuhlbarg could, I felt!) Other avenues to make the royal couple interesting—like hedonistic decadence or crippling paranoia—sadly go unexplored.
Amidst such challenges, the pressure on Hamlet himself to deliver is pretty high. But again, Stuhlbarg does. Through nothing other than ceaseless intelligence, persistent calm and focus, and an ingratiating relationship with the audience. Some critics have called him cerebral or unaffecting. But I—albeit already a Stuhlbarg fan—was deeply moved. (When was the last time you were actually sorry to see Hamlet die?) So reactions to him on a personal/empathic level seem pretty subjective, to say the least.
By taking his cue from the spirit and energy of his lead actor, then, Eustis provides a production that is similarly leisurely, thoughtful, and thorough. I have never, never felt before in the Delacorte Theater the luxury of sitting there on a midsummer’s night and simply listening to and experiencing THE PLAY. Normally in Hamlet I start checking my watch during The Mousetrap. (Which is here, by the way, rendered vibrantly by some Basil Twist uber-marionettes, a terrific choice.) But this time I could finally appreciate the luxury of—and it truly is a luxury in today’s world—of setting aside time to encounter such a text in performance. That it takes more than three hours in this case…all the more of a treat, surprisingly. Provided the weather agrees.
Whatever one thinks of Michael Stuhlbarg’s performance here, ponder this: here’s an actor who typifies the hard-working stage artist of his generation. Years devoted to training, to gigs far and wide in regional theatre. Occasional triumphs in great roles that no one sees. Only a handful of Broadway credits (with only Pillowman getting him notice) and even fewer bona fide movies (on IMDB at least). This is not the name you headline your Hamlet with in the commercialized theatre of the day. In doing so, Eusitis has honored not only a fine actor, but by extension, the American stage acting profession.
7 comments:
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Don't be lonely, Paul. We're all pulling for you!
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Julian
Ok, to get Julian's joke above, you would have to follow "Lonely Paul's" link. But to save you the trouble...guy needs to get married and/or laid.
Let's stay on topic Mr Paul!!! This is Hamlet, after all.
Beauatiful Reveiw. I wss't there but felt I saw it, at least through a crack, and felt the angst of a wronged son. Great articulation of the long held-out accolades for American actors.
( an actress, herself)
Glad you mentioned being 'Moved" as an important criteria for a produciton.
thanks for this. I saw Hamlet last night and would say your review is right on. But why no mention of the killing of Horatio? what do you make of it?
Excellent question, Milo. I just ran out of gas writing that, so glad to have the opportunity to expand.
Well first of all, I saw it as a blatant homage to (if not steal from) Ingmar Bergman's famous production in the 80s, when Fortinbras and his punk-army stormed the stage, summarily executing Horatio and everyone else.
(So while John Lahr in the New Yorker this week, scoffs, "That's a first!", it's actually not.)
Bergman's ending was daring and out-there, but it worked because he had a much more freewheeling, expressive production all along--and he prepped you for that ending with an amazing Act IV scene with Fortinbras' army, where you saw all his soldiers.
Eustis, unfortunately, does not build up to his ending as well, so it seems out of nowhere. I sensed some attempt to build up the Act IV scene--but I didn't even SEE Fortinbras! Plus I think he just didn't have the cast size to have that whole army on stage. (And downstage--here they were upstage behind the scenery practically.)
I will say though that (and here I doth SPOIL so be thou ALERT) the blood-spatter off Horatio's head was the best I've seen onstage. Well, since Lieutennant of Innishmore, at least.
Since seeing the Bergman version at an impressionable age, I've always been sympathetic to this malicious take on Fortinbras, btw. I mean--what else is he doing in the play! (cf. Lee Blessing's "Fortinbras" a kind of Hamlet sequel--not to be confused with the forthcoming summer movie, "Hamlet 2.")
In fact, I have a new theory/reading of the politics of the play. I now imagine Claudius and some co-conspirators as a bunch of Jacobean neocons, hell bent on destroying Norway (Denmark's ancient enemy.) Claudius thus kills his brother the king, for political reasons, being too dovish toward the former foe. After old Hamlet slew old Norway thirty years ago (the day young Hamlet was born we are told) maybe the old warrior went all detente and ended the two nations' "cold war." You can read a hint of this into the fact that Norway is Claudius' first order of business in his opening scene at court. We learn from the ambassadors that young Fortinbras is out to avenge his father's death (and by implication his kingdom's shame). What if Claudius & co. (in which we might as well include Polonius, if not Gertrude herself) see Fortinbras as their Sadaam Hussein? Sure he sends the ambassador off to make peace. But maybe only to stall him.
Anyway, I don't expect all this could ever be communicated in performance (at least with the given text) but I find it fun. Branagh's film at least tried to capture some sense of these politics in his "flashbacks."
there was no ghost. it was an actor dressed to look like prince hamlets father. the reason I still remember this production not just for Stulbargs' brilliant performance but for Eustis having the courage to suggest this in the assasination scene at the end.
Where was Horatio while the coup was taking place? Why is he and the guards and Hamlet the only ones who can see the ghost? Cause they had to try it out on the guards first. If they fool the guards into believing they saw a real ghost then certainly they could fool an unsteady now traumatized mind full of greif and understandably paranoid into believing that the actor dressed up to be the father was a ghost.
They had to get rid of Horatio at the end cause he was the only survivor who knew of the plan to betray his friend. When Hamlet sees the ghost while fighting with his mother he is all ready in such a state of madness that in his paranoia he thinks polonius is cladius but by now his mind is quite disturbed as we the audience are too by his actions. and we believe he is mad but do we believe there was a ghost?
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