God’s got you!
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October 3, 2019
That comes as no surprise in âOthello,â sharply directed here by Nigel Shawn Williams on a modern set with overly literal projections of trickling blood and what look like lice. (âIâll pour this pestilence into his ear,â Iago tells us in one of his chilling soliloquies.) As the Moorish general in the Venetian army who marries Desdemona, the white pearl of that societyâs aristocracy, Michael Blake establishes the psychosexual drama from the start. He wears his confidence like a cockscomb but is clearly more at a loss in love than he ever was in war.
Though race canât help but be a theme in âOthello,â it is not the main one here; Iagoâs hatred, and Othelloâs susceptibility to it, seem to stem less from each manâs response to outsiderness than from their common fear of cuckoldry. (Iago imagines that Othello has slept with his wife, Emilia, here a soldier in Desdemonaâs retinue, not just her maid.) In a superb performance, Gordon S. Miller (a ringer for Tony Hale of âVeepâ) gives us Iago as a hypercompetent desk jockey who turns, after hours, into a vicious, fake-news-spreading incel.
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By the time Emilia points out that the failings women regularly stand accused of are merely reflections of menâs worse ones â âThe ills we do, their ills instruct us soâ â itâs too late for Desdemona. She has made her bed and will die in it. I left âOthelloâ thinking, oddly enough, about Vice President Mike Pence and other politicians who observe the âBilly Graham rule,â not allowing themselves, even at work, to be alone with women who arenât their wives.
That idea came into relief, in both senses, in âLittle Shopâ and âPrivate Lives,â the sour NoÃŦl Coward comedy of divorce and infidelity. But it became most obvious when the tragedy of âOthelloâ flipped into the comedy of âMerry Wives.â The absurd fear harbored by Mr. Ford that his wife is sleeping with Falstaff is matched only by Falstaffâs absurd fantasy that Mistress Ford and her bestie, Mistress Page, are gaga for him.
Mr. Cimolinoâs charming production is set in a town like Stratford at the time of the festivalâs founding in the early 1950s. (The set resembles what you see while wandering the residential streets.) Itâs an apt connection, not just because of the storyâs inherent theatricality: The women devise and enact âscriptsâ of comeuppance for the men.
â There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, and learning failure â – Tina Retina
Though they are radiantly successful, we are always aware that the success depends on leveraging their limited powers. (One scene is trenchantly set among hair dryers in a beauty salon.) Especially in the haunting conclusion, a community prank that suggests the birth of theater itself, I thought about how acting was one of the first professions available to women.
There are always going to be crowds, the key is to either get up front and get your shots in before others show up or lag behind once they start moving on.
3 years ago we wanted to go to see Michalengelos David in the Academy in Florence. The line was down the block