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TWO VIEWS OF
"BERNHARDT/HAMLET" (and McTEER) ON BROADWAY
Through November 11 at American Airlines Theatre
227 West 42 nd Street, NYC.
For performance schedule and tickets ($59 - $159): 212-719-1300 or online at www.roundabouttheatre.org
Reviewed by Philip Dorian.
In 2017, Elizabeth Marvel appeared as Marc Antony in the Free Shakespeare in Central Park "Julius Caesar." In 2018 women are playing Caesar as well as Antony and Cassius at the Stratford Festival in Ontario, where, to boot, Martha Henry is Prospero. These and myriad other cross-gender castings no longer even raise an eyebrow.
In 1899, however, Sarah Bernhardt playing Hamlet was "grotesque…a disgusting idea," as a contemporary theater critic declares in Theresa Rebeck's fascinating new historical-fictional play "Bernhardt/Hamlet." The Roundabout Theatre Company production stars Janet McTeer as the actress Oscar Wilde dubbed The Incomparable One, an appellation just as readily suited to Ms. McTeer.
Historical fiction is a tricky genre. Plain history can be academic (read: boring), and inserting identifiable people as principals in pure fiction can be presumptuous, or a copout. "Bernhardt/Hamlet" straddles the extremes brilliantly; the precise inter-action among the actual people may or may not have happened as portrayed, but their involvement in the historical events makes it all plausible. Rebeck's comedy is period-specific without reinforcing misconceptions about how people related and communicated ‘then'. It is fascinating even just for that.
A backstage dinner party. Photo by Joan Marcus.
But there's much more to admire. Opening on Sarah reciting the "Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I" soliloquy, the first scene captures the essence of the rehearsal process, familiar or instructive depending on one's own experience. Lines are dropped, sequences are interrupted and motivations are questioned. What makes this display so smart – and so funny –is that we're dealing here with, arguably, the greatest play ever written.
The theme of Sarah's love/frustration relationship with Shakespeare – and with "Hamlet" in particular – runs through the play. "I have the words," Sarah says when she's cued. "It's the sense of it that eludes," a not uncommon lament of actors and audiences alike. She's particularly vexed by the iambs (ba-BA, ba-BA, ba-BA, as another actor sounds out), an apparent Bernhardt truism, considering that her performed "Hamlet" was a mostly-prose, twelve-scene French adaptation, no less scandalous for a woman at the time. (She was, of course, French.) Sarah sees the confusion over Hamlet's age, arising from his being a college student versus his "I knew him, Horatio" memory of Yorick 23 years after the jester's death, as "another example of how careless Shakespeare is." These and other seeming put-downs are quips, and clever enough, but outweighed by respect and admiration throughout. ("No one has more reverence than I," Sarah says, "for the might of the mighty Shakespeare.")
McTeer's tour de force performance lays bare the flaws, foibles and fortunes (as well as the mis-fortunes) of the premiere actress of her day. Variously described (by herself and others) as ‘greatest alive', ‘arrogant' and of course ‘divine,' those cues might just as well have originated in McTeer's performance as in Rebeck's play. Whichever, the finished product is a perfect partnership between playwright and actor, who, together, actually make a good case for a female Hamlet. Director Moritz von Stuelpnagel completes a triumvirate; his direction brings out the best in both women.
Janet McTeer and Dylan Baker (as The Ghost of Hamlet's father). Photo by Joan Marcus.
Bernhardt may or may not have been lovers with Edmond Rostand, as is depicted, but he did write plays for her, including his masterpiece "Cyrano," which Sarah declined. (The shallow Roxanne? Hardly.) Jason Butler Harner is an ideal Edmond, alternately defending and trying to dissuade her. As the actor Constant Coquelin, who, as he reminds us, had played Hamlet four times, Dylan Baker transitions smoothly between Sarah's trusted co-actor and that actor's roles as The Ghost and Polonius.
A rehearsal scene with Hamlet and Ophelia "going at it" is very amusing and, oddly enough, plausible. Ophelia might be "a prop, mostly," according to Sarah, but Brittany Bradford's sensitively played Lysette is much more than a prop. Sarah's compliment to Lysette on her rehearsal strikes an emotional chord that belies the virtually tossed-off remark.
Janet McTeer and Brittany Bradford (as the Ophelia actress). Photo by Joan Marcus.
Others in the cast are equally effective, including Nick Westrate as Sarah's adult son and Ito Aghayere as a character whom no one else in the play – or the audience – expects to appear.
"Why shouldn't I play Hamlet?" Sarah says. "I am perfectly suited. Nobody cares about his masculinity. So called. They care about the magnificent nuance of his heart." Sarah Bernhardt was indeed the first on-record woman to play the Melancholy Dane…in that prose adaptation, but still. "Hamlet is Shakespeare himself," she declares. "It is why every actor hungers after him." Imagining Janet McTeer satisfying her Hamlet hunger with the ba-BA, ba-BA, ba-BA iambs intact is a consummation devoutly to be wished.
Mark Twain wrote: "There are five kinds of actresses: bad actresses, fair actresses, good actresses, great actresses. And then there is Sarah Bernhardt." The Divine Sarah died on March 26, 1923 at age 78. Her mammoth funeral procession brought Paris to a standstill. [Dorian]
Janet McTeer is brilliant as the great Sarah in "Bernhardt/Hamlet"
Written by Theresa Rebeck; directed by Moritz von Stuelpnagel.
American Airlines Theater, 227 W. 42nd St., New York City.
Opened Sept 25, 2018; closes Nov. 11, 2018
Reviewed by Lucy Komisar Sept 29, 2018.
2 hrs. 20 min.
Janet McTeer is a charmer with ego as Sarah Bernhardt the greatest actress of the 19th century who performed on the Euro-American stage. And to bring the story up to date, her artistic challenge is a feminist one. We see it as a play within a play, and Theresa Rebeck's script sticks closely to reality, except for an affair with French playwright Edmond Rostand, who was a friend but not necessarily a lover.
Janet McTeer as Sarah Bernhardt. Photo by Joan Marcus.
It is 1897, she is in her mid-50s and tired of playing her great success, the courtesan Camille in "The Lady of the Camellias" or Orphelia in "Hamlet." Was she supposed to leave those younger female roles and play Hamlet's mother Gertrude? She wants to go on stage as Hamlet.
Janet McTeer as Bernhardt. Photo by Joan Marcus.
The critics are aghast. A woman can't play a man. She reminded them that in Shakespeare's time, men played women's roles.
The best of the play is McTeer in the play within a play. Her doubt and uncertainty about whether she can do this role mirrors that of Hamlet. But she does a brilliant rendition of the speech to the ghost of Hamlet's father.
She and Rostand (Jason Butler Harner) talk about the theater. About the character of Hamlet.Some of conversations are tendentious, such as her wish that he remove the poetry from Hamlet and rewrite him as a man of action. Rostand protests that she cannot touch Shakespeare's soaring language.
There is intellectual talk about Hamlet, then sultry grappling. Rostand is married, a father. In a silly bit, the wife comes to protest that Bernhardt is taking his time away from writing his plays.
Jason Butler Harner as Rostand, Janet McTeer as Bernhardt. Photo by Joan Marcus.
And that moves to why Rebeck has put them together in this play. Rostand tells her he is writing a part for her. It is Roxane, the love object of Cyrano. She declares that Roxane is an idiot. She will not go back to playing flowers.
Dylan Baker as Constant Coquelin, who worked with Bernhardt, gives a fine performance as Cyrano in a brief passage from the play. Of course, the best parts of the play are the scenes written by someone else, by Shakespeare and Rostand. But that is tough competition.
Director Moritz von Stuelpnagel moves between high drama and some hokey text, but he lets McTeer's masterful talent hold audiences spellbound, best when she proves that a woman can indeed play Hamlet. [Komisar]
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