Have directed this play twice, seen it several times on stage, including the famous Olivier at Old Vic, but rarely have I been left with so ugly a taste as to the treatmenht of Shylock as here.
Portia's chilly relentlessness, Bassanio's wild, street jeering anti-semitism, and the breath-taking speed with which all is forgotten back at Belmont in childish games between rich adolescent lovers - oh yes, who have just destroyed a man.
Crikey.
Portia's chilly relentlessness, Bassanio's wild, street jeering anti-semitism, and the breath-taking speed with which all is forgotten back at Belmont in childish games between rich adolescent lovers - oh yes, who have just destroyed a man.
Crikey.
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