Brilliant!!! Amazing Iago. And the idea of a Black Iago, or rather, Iago not necessarily being white, works amazingly. Evil is evil, it has no color. Anyway, this acting is over-the-top spectacular. It is pure viciousness attached to pure cunning, yet hinting at the self-loathing that is probably the root of all treachery that this level.
How i wish that Derek Jacobi and Sinead Cusack's warring couple had been filmed! I saw that magical production 3 times at stratford and 2 times at the Barbican.
All these winers must be French. This Henry is direct and confident. He handles this scene brilliantly. I’d like to match my racket to all your winy balls with an over head smash! Game, set, match beotches, this Henry rules!
Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Romeo: [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself. Romeo: I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Juliet: What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel? Romeo: By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. Juliet: My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? Romeo: Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
Not only am I here for english homework, but I have to play Lord Capulet in this scene for our upcoming schools production of Romeo and Juliet, so I gotta get some inspiration apparently
oh fug me, this is better than the Anthony Sher, the storied portrayal which I saw a thousand years ago in Stratford. I must see you doing the entire play.
3:41 Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
They seem to be forgetting that Emilia slept with Othello to make her husband Iago advance in position. Without that layer of guilt from Emilia this scene is literal, boring, and frankly pointless. Nevertheless, this is not an attack on the actresses or the director. Cheers.
