Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Shakespeare Olympics

Is anybody else getting excited at the thought of Shakespeare playing a role in the upcoming Olympics?

My kids are old enough to understand the idea of the Olympics, and they've been preparing - watching the qualifying events for swimming and gymnastics, etc..  Tonight my daughter asks me, "When is the opening ceremony?"

"Friday night," I tell her.  We're going to be away in a hotel, but I plan to be riveted to a television. "And at some point during the ceremony, Kenneth Branagh is going to read some Shakespeare, and Daddy is going to lose his mind."

"Why?" she asked.

...How do you explain it?  For starters it might not even be true, the replacement of Mark Rylance with Kenneth Branagh was just a rumor, and I have no idea what part he will play.  But I can dream.  So how do I explain to my 10yr old geeklet that what I'm excited about is that, for a brief period of time, one of *our* representatives is going to have the attention of the *entire world*.  How often do Shakespeareans get that?  It's not as if President Obama dropped a Henry V quote into a speech and then all the talking heads on CNN rushed to discuss the context of how he used it and what it could mean.  Pretty soon the whole world is going to look at London and say, "What have you got for us, London?  What makes you so special?"  And at least to some extent, what they're going to do is trot out Shakespeare.  I couldn't be more excited.  How many of us dream for such a captive audience?

In honor of the Olympics I'd like to point people to a post I made four years ago on the subject of sports in Shakespeare.  This particular post holds a very special place in the history of this site, and you'll see it play out in the comments.  Dr. Carl Atkins literally wrote the book (ok, well, *a* book) on the sonnets.  I have it.  Yet during the conversation, former contributor(*) Alan Farrar drops in a comment that the "master mistress" in Sonnet 20 is actually a reference to the sport of bowls (is that the same as bowling?) Dr. Atkins has never heard such a thing, so he researches it ... and *confirms* it, noting reference to the fact in a 1971 article and pointing out that at least eight editors missed it.  Only through a chance meeting on this blog is the record set straight.

(*) I say former because I have not heard from Mr. Farrar in years.  It is my belief that he has passed away. I know from watching his other blogs that he had significant health difficulties.  I never did find any sort of confirmation of his passing, I just know that he disappeared from the yet a good number of years ago.  RIP, Alan.  I can only hope that those flights of angels have long since sung thee to thy rest.




Tuesday, July 17, 2012

A Little Whedon Shakespeare Tease

I'm not surprised I missed this amid all the Avengers hype over the last few months, mostly because it's very tiny and buried at the far end of a long video clip with no fast forward button.

BUT!  If you're patient, and you really really want a glimpse of what Joss Whedon's got cooking for his upcoming Much Ado movie, there's a couple of seconds of footage tucked away in this Avengers story from May.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

So, Shakespeare Maybe? #shakespearemaybe

Thank Cookie Monster for this one, folks - it was his parody of the mind virus known as "Call Me Maybe" that produced the following.  Bardfilm is on vacation, so hopefully I've done a reasonable job at filling the void while he's gone...

Hey, Coriolanus!
We know you're angry.
Your mother asked nice,
So spare Rome, maybe?

I know that we just got here,
But it's too early.
So let's get back together
After the hurly burly.

Hey there, Desdemona,
You have deceived me!
Iago said so.
And he's trustworthy.

Good evening Mr. Capulet.
My name is Romeo.
It's been a lovely party,
But now we must go.

Malvolio, dear?
I love your stockings.
So wear them for me?
I promise, no mocking.

Look, here comes Macbeth.
Now, introductions!
We'll call him Cawdor,
And he'll kill Duncan.

Listen, Earl of Gloucester
You've really irked me.
(Here comes the gross part)
Now you can't see.

Benedick and Beatrice!  Look,
Stop all the hating.
All your friends think
You should be dating.

Let's run away Lysander
Then we can marry!
What's the worst can happen?
They're only fairies.

Prince Hamlet, here's your gifts back.
(My father made me!)
So make this better
Before I go crazy.