Much Ado…
Continuing our lame-duck, “let’s take advantage of NYC while we’re still here” campaign, Jenny and I woke up early today and trekked right back to the Public Theater to sit on line for Shakespeare in the Park tickets (this year’s show:
The production itself was one of the best stagings of Shakespeare that I’ve seen – nothing fancy, nothing that got in the way of the narrative and the language (though apparently the setting of early 20th-century Italy was supposed to connect with the Italian futurist movement, according to a throwaway comment in the program and a few random “manifesto” posters scattered throughout the entrances to the theater).
The cast was solid at worst, inspired at best, with particular standouts being Sam Waterston’s Leonato and the show-stealing bickering of Jimmy Smits and Kristen Johnston as Benedick and Beatrice (though I still slightly prefer Emma Thompson’s Beatrice, who was more sly and also at times more vulnurable, Smits’ swaggering Benedick was the best I’ve ever seen).
Naturally, it wouldn’t have been “Shakespeare in the Park” without at least one actor/actress who was never quite submerged in his/her part, and every time Dominic Chianese’s Antonio opened his mouth I couldn’t help thinking “Hee! It’s Uncle Junior!!”
All in all, an evening well-spent. Tomorrow, we continue sucking the marrow out of New York life: Restaurant Week…
July 9th, 2004 at 2:59 pm
Much ado about nothing is the play.