Yukio
Ninagawa’s personal project to direct the complete dramatic works of
Shakespeare continues with this production of the late romance
Cymbeline, which visits as part of
the World Shakespeare Festival. It contains no grand imagistic or
thematic concepts, although it makes a couple of significant allusions:
when the noblemen in Act One are discussing the merits of their
respective beloveds, the back wall shows an illustration from the
11th-century romance novel
The Tale
Of Genji, and the final chain of resolutions and reconciliations
takes place against the landmark not of a cedar tree but of the lone
pine that survived the 2011 Tohoku earthquake. Otherwise, backdrops are
more generally impressionistic and hang behind a bare stage (save for a
large statue of the she-wolf suckling Romulus and Remus in the Roman
scenes).
The production may have nearly three hours of playing time (not
including the interval), but it proceeds with a combination of
dreamlike fluidity and narrative clarity. This is a charitable way of
saying that, if there are many subtleties and nuances of
characterisation, they do not jump the linguistic gap. When we hear
gruff but good-hearted gabbling, we know that the speaker is the comic
servant Pisanio (Keita Oishi); guttural brooding, the deceived husband
(though not by his wife) Posthumus Leonatus (Hiroshi Abe); youthful
enthusiasm, the exiled cave-dwelling princes, and so on. Shinobu Otake
as Imogen speaks in a girlish birdsong and is exceptionally petite,
although a 54-year-old actress playing Imogen is pushing the bounds of
suspension of disbelief. Masanobu Katsumura’s Cloten is not nearly as
surly as the character is usually played; here the clowning note is
uppermost, to the extent that Pisanio even has to help Cloten unsheathe
his sword in order that he might be threatened with it. (Cloten’s
decapitated end also irresistibly reminded me of a
Lost Consonants cartoon about a
sawn-off shogun.)
Surtitling Shakespeare is often problematic – too much text – but the
version used here proves an odd combination of the poetic and the
terse, like an overdone
Reader’s
Digest condensed text. Both narrative momentum and engagement
are present in generous measure, but ultimately it rather feels as if,
like Jupiter on his giant eagle in the
deus ex machina scene, we are
skimming over the dramatic landscape rather than digging into it.
Written for the Financial
Times.