I don’t like Shakespeare. There, I’ve said it, and I know that I will now be killed to death with sticks, but I simply don’t like Shakespeare. I didn’t get it at school, I still don’t get it now. I went to see Martin in R3 because I was interested to see how he performed in such a different role to those he’d done on TV, and I still didn’t get it. I went to see Benedict’s Hamlet twice with Sherlockian friends who came over from abroad just to see the play, and I still didn’t get it. The dialogue simply doesn’t resonate with me; I don’t understand why such archaic language is still in use. I also realise that that’s my problem and that many many other people love Shakespeare and the language, but I simply don’t like Shakespeare, and I don’t get it.
So I was resigned to watch this series of The Hollow Crown just because it had a Benedict in it, but I wasn’t looking forward to it and reckoned that once again I would simply be admiring the Pretty whilst being bored and confused by what the hell they were talking about.
But something made me watch Part I even though I knew that Ben wasn’t in it. And I was enthralled. I don’t know what it was that made this better than any Shakespeare I’ve watched before, but I was engaged, and interested, and fascinated. It helped that the cinematography was phenomenal but I wasn’t just watching the scenery. Maybe it was because I watched with the subtitles on and therefore was reading as well as listening, but I actually understood the dialogue and wasn’t put off by the archaic language.
So I couldn’t wait for Part II! Some good Shakespeare and Benedict as well? Double bonus! And it didn’t disappoint. So many fantastic performances, amazing photography, superb directing. I got it. I really got it. So much so that on Sunday I watched the whole episode a second time and still wasn’t bored or distracted.
Of course, because I’m still facile at times, I do have to point out that the moment when George reunited with his brothers and Richard said, “This is brother-like,” and clicked the hell out of the ‘k’ got rewound about six times before I could move on. And then afterwards I rewound to that bit and played it a few more times ...
No, I don’t claim to be a Shakespeare convert. But more productions like this - and with subtitles - and I’ll be watching.