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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2009-09-17 02:47 am

For God's love, let me hear

In between checking on honeycakes, I have been watching Hamlet (1964) in Russian. Forty-five minutes in, it's phenomenal.

I think the text has been substantially cut and perhaps slightly rearranged, but in place of some speeches and dialogue have been substituted compositions of landscape and architecture and Shostakovich's music that sounds less like a film score than a tone poem of Hamlet; in certain scenes, it could almost be a silent. I don't know enough about Grigori Kozintsev, but he has the attention to the quality of light (and it is that white northern light like a winter morning) that I associate with Bergman and the same spare, striking feel for period detail, so that sixteenth-century Denmark does not feel like cluttered costume drama, but the way it must have been: history incarnate in archetype. There are court masques, there are the uncertain faces of peasants who hear askance the announcement of Claudius' marriage to his once-(in law)-sister, but say nothing, there are the massive stones of a fortress built and held by violence and the sea always pulling black and white over the rocks of Elsinore. And there is Innokenty Smoktunovsky's Hamlet, who doesn't blow Olivier away, he evaporates him. If he's melancholy, it's like Jacques le fataliste. He has a boyish face, but he's not young in the role; he wears his scholar's gown like a crow's cold shoulder to the court finery of Elsinore, so he looks less the king's son summoned back from school than an uprooted don; he's feverishly exalted and then terrified by his father's ghost, the armored specter spilling a cloak of black cloud (a banner without blazon, a mourning flag, a winding-sheet) across the nighttime sky. Dawn discovers him asleep in place among the stones, like a child exhausted after a nightmare. His madness looks at first like the hangover of a dream; white-headed, carelessly dressed, pointedly ignoring Polonius as he reads (here not a fool, but a canny old courtier thrown by his inability to find an angle on Hamlet; he is complacent with Ophelia, less and less confident with the distracted prince), he gives the increasing impression that he has not so much assumed an antic disposition as dropped one: the mask of manners that as Prince of Denmark he is obliged to keep up where anyone can see him, thus freeing him to snark at Polonius and yank Rosencrantz and Guildenstern's chain and hail the players that are come to perform at Elsinore with more familiar enthusiasm than royal command, except that he is not really freed: as much as his surroundings disgust him, his only alternative is to be left alone with his brain. Soliloquies come on him like migraines, delivered so far in voice-over as though he were constantly running commentary upon commentary in his head. He can shut out the world, but he can't shut himself up. And the whole combination of inarguable visual iconicism with the odd claustrophobia of Hamlet's viewpoint is like watching something which is at once rigorously realist and of capital-E expressionism and therefore not like any Shakespeare adaptation I have seen before. It's not Olivier's moody romanticism; it's not Taymor's Titus with golems and alternate Goths. I'm sure it's doing terrible things to a purist's vision of Hamlet, but it may just have gone on my books as the best straight Shakespeare I've seen on a screen. I am eager to watch the rest tomorrow, when it's not two in the morning.

My only real complaint so far is with the DVD—in an effort not to block out the very beautiful cinematography with giant hunks of subtitle, the translators seem to have opted to leave a third of the English off the screen on the assumption that audiences are conversant enough with the play to figure out the Russian for themselves. I don't have Hamlet committed to memory. I'm going to be watching tomorrow with my brick-thick Complete Shakespeare with Very Small Print in my lap. Further reports forthcoming. Criterion needs to be fixed up with this film.

[identity profile] poliphilo.livejournal.com 2009-09-17 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
People keep telling me I should see this. I've seen Kozintsev's Lear- and am probably the only person around who doesn't like it. I found it glum and Soviet and not at all Shakespearean. But you almost persuade me I'd like his Hamlet. Almost...

[identity profile] straussmonster.livejournal.com 2009-09-17 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't seen the Hamlet, but his Lear is fantastic, get it next.

[identity profile] shewhomust.livejournal.com 2009-09-17 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I saw this film forty years ago, as an undergraduate, and loved it.
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[personal profile] eredien 2009-09-17 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, I'd love to see that.

Honeycakes? Got a recipie?

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-09-18 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
he wears his scholar's gown like a crow's cold shoulder to the court finery of Elsinore....
soliloquies come on him like migraines


Wow, this was as good as a poem to read--and it really, really makes me want to see it. I like the play Hamlet as a gory adventure drama, have never actually seen a screen or stage performance of it, though. The stills of Olivier in the role never appealed to me, and I've never seen any other. *This* sounds great. Loved what you said about the peasants, too.

So.... where'd you get the DVD? I'll have to look on Netflix, but I'm not sanguine... Just saw your response up above. Netflix, here I come!
Edited 2009-09-18 11:36 (UTC)

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-09-18 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hamlet with his tow hair
like a flaw in the film
too much in black,
like his own shadow cast over the rocks.
* * *
He is far more the one in danger of drowning
he would weather back to bones of the unhuman world.


*love*

My bricklike Complete Works lives at my parents' house, but we're heading out that direction this weekend,so maybe I can pick it up--I don't speak Russian either.

[identity profile] asakiyume.livejournal.com 2009-09-28 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
You always, always know how to sing a perfect poem.

Thanks for that.

[identity profile] ohilya.livejournal.com 2009-09-18 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
If you are enjoying this version, there's a version in which Vladimir Visotsky, the famous musician/actor from the 60's & 70's plays Hamlet. It's just about one of the most stellar things recorded to Soviet video-tape; his performance was simply magnetic. If you can find a copy, methinks that you'd enjoy it a great, great deal.