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Something wicked this way comes. Academy Award winners Denzel Washington and Frances McDormand star in Joel Coen’s bold adaptation of a timeless tale of murder, madness, and wrathful cunning. The Tragedy of Macbeth streaming on Apple TV+ January 14
The Tragedy of Macbeth - From writer/director Joel Coen and starring Denzel Washington, Frances McDormand, Corey Hawkins, Brendan Gleeson, and Harry Melling. The Tragedy of Macbeth – In Theaters December 25. Streaming on Apple TV+ January 14.
Jessie Buckley and Josh O’Connor are Juliet and Romeo in a bold new film from the National Theatre.
ROMEO
[To JULIET.] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,—
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
ROMEO
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
ROMEO
Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!
Give me my sin again.
JULIET
You kiss by the book.
NURSE
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
ROMEO
What is her mother?
NURSE
Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house.
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous:
I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.
ROMEO
Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.
BENVOLOIO
Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
ROMEO
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
CAPULET
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.—
Is it e’en so? why then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good-night.—
More torches here!—Come on then, let’s to bed.
Ah, sirrah [to 2 CAPULET], by my fay, it waxes late;
I’ll to my rest.
JULIET
Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
NURSE
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIET
What’s he that now is going out of door?
NURSE
Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.
JULIET
What’s he that follows there, that would not dance?
NURSE
I know not.
JULIET
Go ask his name: if he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.
NURSE
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones,
The labor of an age in pilèd stones,
Or that his hallowed relics should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?
Dear son of Memory, great heir of fame,
What need’st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
For whilst to th’ shame of slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book
Those Delphic lines with deep impression took,
Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving,
Dost make us marble with too much conceiving;
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Elisabeth Welch - ‘Stormy Weather’ | Derek Jarman’s The Tempest (1979)
Elisabeth Welch steals the show with her delicious rendition of ‘Stormy Weather’ in Derek Jarman’s brooding and darkly symbolic third feature - considered by some to be the most evocative Shakespeare adaptation ever to reach the screen.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
An Isle Full Of Noises is a modern reimagining of Caliban's "Be not afeard" speech from The Tempest, shot with a hand-built drone lighting system designed to paint the nighttime landscape with light.
David Oyelowo (Selma, A United Kingdom) is an award-winning stage and screen actor and narrates Caliban’s speech for the film.
Jamie Whitby is a commercial filmmaker based in London whose work earned in the Best Cinematography prize at the Film London Awards.
SEYTON
The queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Dear Mr. Shakespeare from Shola Amoo on Vimeo.
A reinterpretation of Shakespeare's Othello
An exploration of Shakespeare's intentions when writing Othello, exploring the play's racial themes in a historical and contemporary setting and drawing wider parallels between immigration and blackness in the UK today.
Released on The Guardian Website
https://www.theguardian.com/stage/video/2016/oct/07/love-hate-relationship-with-othello-ashley-thomas-bashy-phoebe-boswell-video
Director: Shola Amoo
Producer: Rienkje Attoh
Writer/Artist: Phoebe Boswell
Othello: Ashley Thomas
Desdemona: Elisa Lasowski
Spirit: Lanre Malaolu
Nigerian Queen: Tega Okiti
DP: Stil Williams
Editor: Mdhamiri A Nkemi
Composer: Segun Akinola
Art Department: Tamar Clarke Brown
Sound Design: Nikola Medic
Location Sound: Phil Hutchins
Grade: Johny Tulley
Costume: Jeffrey Michael
Steadicam: Andrew Bainbridge
Make Up: Sheeba Raye
1st AD: Kole Onil
SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO
FRIAR LAURENCE
So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
ROMEO
Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight:
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
FRIAR LAURENCE
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Enter JULIET
Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
A lover may bestride the gossamer
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
JULIET
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
JULIET
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
ROMEO
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
JULIET
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.
Exeunt