Makram J. Khoury’s smile in his early
scenes sums up his interpretation of Shylock. It is broad and
unstinting, but utterly hollow; there is no active hostility, but a
complete absence of sympathy. Nor does one need to speculate how far
this portrait of the Jewish moneylender might be informed by the
actor’s own identity as a Palestinian: such an unsympathetic Shylock is
entirely in keeping with the world of Polly Findlay’s production.
The question of the play’s anti-Semitism subsides here into a world
comprehensively devoid of warmth. Technically this is one of
Shakespeare’s comedies, but I have never seen it so successfully given
a hard edge without getting caught up in its own earnestness. Yes, the
Venetian gentiles repeatedly spit on Shylock and manhandle him; even
Portia herself, in male disguise in the climactic court scene,
half-spits at him the lines by which she thwarts his contractual demand
for a pound of Antonio’s flesh. But no-one cares unselfishly about
anyone else. Shylock’s daughter Jessica soon realises that she and the
bag of money with which she elopes are trophies to Lorenzo. Antonio’s
melancholy is clearly because he allows himself to be used by his
beloved Bassanio to finance the latter’s wooing of Portia. She in turn
seems to be goaded into her final trick, cozening a symbolic ring from
Bassanio, by jealousy after seeing him kiss Antonio. A rom-com this
ain’t. It is a world which is alienating but, when one sees the
complacent, wealthy Venetians rollicking amongst themselves, also all
too familiar.
Patsy Ferran is an appealingly girlish Portia, actively supported by
Nadia Albina as her maid Nerissa. Jamie Ballard is a convincing sack of
woe as Antonio; Findlay stands him alone onstage as the audience enter
for each half, so by the end of the run Ballard will have had time to
consider a lot of profound questions in great detail. Emotions in
general are pitched high, but they are never emotions that invite us to
engage with any figure. Compared to the RSC’s current companion
production of Marlowe’s
The Jew Of
Malta which at least has a strong current of black humour, this
is a world just as unyielding and several degrees colder.
Written for the Financial
Times.