December 6, 2006
Struck by Anthony Hopkin's blue face on the DVD cover at Blockbuster, I rented
Titus, Julie Taymor's film excursion into Shakespeare's Titus Andronicus. I'm glad
that I'd set aside some time for it. It's a bizarre and absorbing experience.
Shakespeare has been updated before. Brannaugh's Hamlet, for instance. I think
there's an Edwardian Midsummer Night's Dream. But Taymor's Titus
transmogrifies across multiple periods and resonates with the story’s surrealistic
pastiche. It won the 2005 Oscar for costumes.
The play is a Shakespeare potboiler, plenty violent, and the playwright doesn't
wink at it. There are consequences. The violence is scarring, accumulative, and
like a collapsed star draws everything into its annihilating gravity. As William H.
Macy said, in a criticism of modern operatic film violence... “when you get beat up
in real life, you stay beat up a long time.” You don't jump into your Ferrari after a
hit of scotch and get back in the hunt.
But all next day, I was thinking in Elizabethan English. "Now I must henceforth hie
me to yonder market and there to procure, um, some chips and salsa and a
lottery ticket... and thence homeward hungry pilgrim to hearth and... House, and
Dancing With The Stars..."
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