We here at The Jade Sphinx are still reeling from
the magnificent performance of Derek
Jacobi (born 1938) as Lear at
BAM nearly three years ago. It remains,
simply, the greatest Shakespearean turn we have ever witnessed. Is Frank
Langella (born 1938), one of the finest actors of his generation, up to the
challenge?
Lear is one
of the most provoking and ambiguous of Shakespeare’s plays. Its place in his cosmology is deeply
contentious – is the play one of the most bleak and despairing ever penned, or
do the final reconciliations and admissions of frail humanity make it
ultimately optimistic? We have seen Lears
howling into windstorms, mumbling quietly to themselves, and – sometimes, as in
the case of Jacobi – opening their inner-selves to display the very workings of
their souls.
The current
production of King Lear is a mixed
bag of delights. As is often the case
when a “Great Actor” tackles a major role, many of the supporting parts are
stinted, and that is the case here.
Fortunately, the overall value of the production maintains a consistent
interest.
We are
first struck by the wonderful set by Robert
Innes Hopkins, a blasted heath right out of a horror film. Lit by torches, capable of suggesting a
castle and a barren ruin, it strikes a wonderfully somber note (helped
immeasurably by dramatic lighting by Peter
Mumford).
Cavorting through
this magnificent design is Langella. Oddly
enough this protean actor, so famous for the velvety richness of his voice,
changes the timbre and pitch to something more like a growl. Where Jacobi saw Lear as alternately a
spoiled and abused child, Langella visualizes the King as both an old fool and
an old bully. It is an entirely valid
approach, but his growling, shouting and raging in the first act strikes a
single note, and his performance suffers from a lack of variety.
However,
Langella improves exponentially in the second act. His voice returns to its normal
register. His mad scene with Gloucester
is delightfully played, and his reconciliation with Cordelia moving. At her death, his reading of "Why should
a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O thou'lt come no
more, Never, never, never, never, never” is among the most moving I have ever
seen. Langella pauses between each “never,”
looking into different parts of the theater, his voice softly echoing through
the house. It’s a wonderful moment, and
one wishes there were more like it.
Director Angus Jackson creates a wonderfully
theatrical experience, with many showy set-pieces. The raging storm where Lear descends into madness
is effective (though the staging nearly overwhelms Langella’s playing), and the
suggested battle bits (lights flashing behind looming trees) is
impressive.
Sadly, Jackson falls far
short of providing sufficient support for Langella. Denis Conway, as Glouscester, William Reay, as Burgundy, and Steven Pacey, as Kent, are all fine
without setting the stage afire. On the
other hand, Catherine McCormack, as
Goneril, and Isabella Laughland, as
Cordelia, are simply wretched. (In fact,
Laughland is never more convincing than when she plays a corpse.) As Albany, Chu Omambala delivers the most flat and uninteresting performance I
have seen this season.
Lauren O’Neil is terrific as Regan, and Harry Melling quite wonderful as the
Fool. (Why does Shakespeare make this
wonderful creation vanish from the latter part of the play? One of the many mysteries of the play…) As Cornwall, Tim Treloar is deliciously evil.
Better
still are Max Bennett and Sebastian Armesto as half-brothers
Edmund and Edgar, respectively, who lend wonderful support. Armesto makes a particularly appealing Edgar,
and straddles the difficult line of rejected son to feigned madman
superbly. Better still is Bennett. King Lear often becomes Edmund’s play when
cast correctly, and the handsome and athletic Bennett makes a meal of his
role. By turns suave, puckish,
conniving, and amoral. It is a
star-making turn, and this Lear may signify the debut of a major, North
American classical actor. Mr. Bennett,
more, please.
At the end,
we were somewhat moved when the final effect should’ve been devastating. This Lear is highly dramatic, but only
intermittently moving. It could have
been so much more.
This production
of Lear premiered in October 2013 at Chichester's Minerva Theatre and plays its
New York engagement at BAM through Feb. 9 in the Harvey Theater.
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