the moment to say no
by Douglas Messerli
Tom Stoppard (screenwriter, based on his play, and director) Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead / 1990
Stoppard’s brilliant 1967 play takes
the two minor characters of Hamlet through
an existentialist journey made up of language, a world in which these two
anti-heroes, inexplicably called into being by a court messenger, can
participate only through linguistic games as they try to explain their
existence and purpose. The marvel of this play was its youthful wit as the two
original actors, Brian Murray and John Wood, attempted to best each other with
rapid-fire language games:
Ros: We were sent for.
Guil: Yes.
Ros: That’s why we’re
here (He looks round, seems doubtful.
then the
explanation) Travelling
Guil: Yes.
Ros: (Dramatically) It was urgent—a matter of
extreme urgency,
a royal
summons, his very words: official business and
no
questions asked—lights in the stable-yard, saddle up
and off
headlong and hotfoot across the land, our guides
outstripped us in breakneck pursuit of our duty! Fearful
lest we
come too late!
(Small pause)
Guil: Too late for what?
Ros: How do I know? We
haven’t got there yet.
Guil: Then what are we
doing here, I ask myself.
Ros: You might well ask.
Guil: We better get on.
One of the great delights of Stoppard’s play is that despite this
couple’s inability to know even which of them is Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,
what their relationship is to each other—they are simply a “couple,” although
the playwright in determining that suggests perhaps something more than a deep
friendship—or what their true relationship is to Hamlet; they are simply told
they are old school friends.
The irony, of course, is that the audience already knows their fate—the
fate of nearly everyone within the play and everyone sitting in the audience as
well, which the playwright (just in case someone may have never read Hamlet) announces in the title itself.
Consequently, the substance of the play depends upon their not-knowing, despite their intense cleverness, revealed,
particularly, in their philosophical and scientific thinking. The great
pleasure of Rosencrantz &
Guildenstern Are Dead, in short, is its Beckett-like representation of two
clueless everymen who trip through the language like clowns in their attempts
to comprehend their imposed reality.
It may be a basic trope—played out in numerous characters from Bouvard
and Pecuchet, Vladimir and Estragon, and even Abbott and Costello—but it works,
at least on stage and page, because of its basic dialogical rhythms, which is
at the heart of theater.
At the heart of film, however, is the image, and transforming a work of
“words, words, words,” despite the fact that the playwright remained in
complete control of this film, is most difficult. While the play begins
immediately with the toss of a coin (reinstating the themes of game and
chance), Stoppard’s movie version begins with a long ride through time and
space, with an even longer vertical dip by Guildenstern to reach down for a
coin he has spotted upon the ground. In these visual maneuvers, everything
changes, and what once was clever and witty—what once was based on “timing”—is
slowed down in narrative pace. By the time Rosencrantz and Guildenstern get
into their dialogue, the audience has lost attention, and the characters seem
leaden.
I never saw the original production (my companion, Howard, did see it,
however, at the Alvin Theater in New York), but I am certain behind the verbal
gymnastics of the original actors was a great deal of joy; in the film,
although Gary Oldman (as Rosencrantz) and Tim Roth (as Guildenstern) are fine
actors, but they seem to approach their verbal roles so diffidently that they
appear more as dolts rather than swordsmen of language.
The busy costumes and sets of the players, moreover, distract us from
any comments with which the two may joust. The abused child-actor Alfred is
converted into a knowledgeable drag-queen, removing some of the naughty sting
of the original. And by the time the couple reaches Elsinore, with its
cavernous spaces, almost any linguistic arousal has been dampened.
Strangely, Stoppard encourages this even further by having the seemingly
less intelligent Guildenstern express his intelligence in a series of visual
puns surrounding various physical principles such as Newton’s cradle, Newton’s
law of universal gravitation, the Greek principle of steam power, and the
creation of a bi-wing plane. At moments, these actions seem entertaining, but
once more they slow down the language which is the essential engine of
Stoppard’s play.
Several critics have argued
that the film failed because of its attempt to bring such a high level of
language to the screen. But I would argue just the opposite; it is almost as if
the playwright, determining to make the work a visual manifestation of his
story, pulled the plug on the very source of its energy.
In fact, what Stoppard does is to turn
the play Rosencrantz & Guildenstern
Are Dead, inside out. Instead of allowing the obscure figures to become the
focus of the play, his cinematic intrusions of time and space refocus our
attentions onto Hamlet. Richard
Dreyfuss and the Lead Player, Iain Glen as Prince Hamlet, Ian Richards as
Polonius, and Joanna Miles as Gertrude are such fine actors that, speaking
Shakespeare’s lines, they dominate the play, and like this Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern, we are more attracted to the action going on “onstage” (which
might have been described as “offstage” in the original) than we are the
shenanigans of the sparring couple. In short, the movie entirely loses the
focus of the original play, ending up with in the dead center of what was once
a vortex, where, as Wyndham Lewis described it, art becomes abstract.
By comparison with the “still-lives” portrayed by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, the lightness of Iain Glen’s acting seems anything but morose. Even Polonius seems lighter on his feet that the two actors at the center of this filmed version.
Perhaps a “staged” film might have generated more excitement than this
camera-busy “representation” of what once was a verbal delight. The death of
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, unfortunately, does not occur at the end of
Stoppard’s film, but in its very earliest scenes, and we can only wonder, as
does the comic couple of the title, whether there was a time at the beginning
when they might have said “no” to their excruciating voyage.
Los Angeles, July 4, 2013
Reprinted from International Cinema Review (July 2013).
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