My library was dukedom large enough
It is perhaps not possible for me to be sensible about Prospero's Books (1991), since I have dreamed of things like Prospero's library all my life—its antique books that do not exist on waking, that echoing architecture full of water and time—so I'll note mostly that it's one of the most beautiful films I've ever had inside my head and I do not understand why it took me nineteen years to see it. (Or why it doesn't exist on DVD. Seriously, Criterion, get your act together.) It is an adaptation of The Tempest, but it's not Shakespeare's; it is the play Prospero is writing in exile, the last and greatest piece of his magic that will free him from itself if he can pull it off, beginning so abstractly it might be impossible to identify the play if not for the names, ending with the bare stage's epilogue. Let your indulgence set me free. The longer the play goes on, the more real it becomes, the more like the Tempest we know, until finally the characters can speak in their own voices (no longer doubled or puppeted by Prospero) and the magician can break his staff, drown his books, and step offstage at last—or maybe, at last, step on, no longer stage-manager of the world around him (which is gotten entirely out of his twenty-four books) but a man who can live in it like anyone else. Story has written itself into history. I'd seen this in fiction before, but never on film. And it's dazzlingly, rich and strangely done. I love the physicality of its world, constantly in motion with the bodies of magic. I love its books, each of which is precisely what it needs to be, a wonder and a terror. I love that its Caliban is beautiful. You should all join me in persuading
rushthatspeaks to write "The Ninety-Two Conceits of the Minotaur." Julie Taymor has a hell of a shadow to cross.
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The preceding riff being an attempt to capture something of what watching the movie felt like to me; but I'm not at all sure it scans.
As for Caliban and Prospero in unison, I suppose I must have decided they hadn't been only after they had stopped speaking so, or could there have been earlier cases where they didn't?
I think I've only seen those two films by Greenaway; are any of his others similar in the use of frames within frames and screen splittings etc.? Twenty-four are Prospero's Books, and The Pillow is a twenty-fifth Book, and thus Greenaway's library grows. Until I test it with further viewings, my memories of the two films (seen a decade apart) suggest that The Pillow Book is the more spacious, embodies a greater equipoise, deploys its (re-/un-)framings with greater finesse and restraint, somehow manages to balance extraordinary sensory and intellectual profusion with the grace and brevity of haiku, opes doors of wonder in long draughts of silence. If not adjacent facets, then perhaps, pace Engine Summer, crystals of a single telling's stream.
There's one moment, even before the spells start breaking, where Prospero doesn't shadow Ariel's voice at all, and that's after Prospero has asked Ariel about the condition of his enemies: there are three main persons of Ariel, three dressed the same way but various ages, and you hear them mutter over and over the words "Your charm so strongly works 'em / That if you now beheld them, your affections / would become tender." All the while all three writing on a parchment, passing it around.
Then they hand it to Prospero and it has the line in three handwritings. And Prospero doesn't echo the line, just says "And mine shall." It comes across as the first time anyone else speaks, and certainly the first time Prospero listens to anybody.
Thank you for that! At first I didn't get the moment you were indicating, my beginner's grasp and memory of film and play being less than sure; but when I did it bowled me over. You show me that Greenaway deepens and broadens the pivotal lines of The Tempest to an extraordinary degree. It seems the threefold Ariel casts the spell on Prospero and not the other way around, a spell of dispelling, a kind of awakening. (But why Ariel as trinity?) I wonder if Ariel learned or gleaned some part of the dispelling from Prospero, turned it to new account, thereby giving Prospero the gift of his own humanity re-met, freeing him to free himself and others. So much to look for on subsequent viewings! A lovely chain you send me following; thank you.