In my mind, Shakespeare's Tempest is the least graceful of all his works that I have experienced. His genre-confused hodgepodge of plots and characters, while proving Shakespeare's genius to an audience which needs no such proof, serves only to render it atmospherically mutilated. It's as if Shakespeare had three, equally tedious slogs, and decided to combine them with the sentiment that the whole would be greater than the sum of its parts.
But with The Tempest, Taymor does the impossible: She takes Shakespeare's debacle and makes it worse. Even as a non-aesthete, one who appreciates bad CGI when bad CGI is due, I found myself plunging through biting aesthetic pain whenever Taymor made the choice to use it. Taymor's failure to capture the already weak atmosphere of The Tempest is simply embarrassing. Each frame is drained of colour, bland as the characters and the story which fill them, and the CGI is curiously funny, although I highly doubt that was what Taymor was going for. Perhaps she sought to bring her own style into the film, but, as demonstrated by her directorial ineptitude in the making of this film, it would probably be better for her to keep a minimal personal influence, letting Shakespeare do the talking instead.
Taymor seeks to win over her audience through a pointless gender swap, adopting the "I'm original" attitude of one whose only originality resides in turning celebrated literature into films. Instead of the magician Prospero, we instead get the magician Prospera, played by Helen Mirren. Wow. Every other character remains the same. Some idiot made the mistake of casting a black guy as Caliban. As makeup-encrusted as he is, that doesn't take away from the fact that the only black guy in this whole movie plays the slave.
In accord with Shakespeare, The Tempest is narratively befuddled. Three separate plots are superficially explored in under two hours. And yet, as each plodding second passes, one could be forgiven for assuming that it is longer. Overall, Taymor's The Tempest was awful, buoyed only by a few performances and the occasional fancy shot. I found myself wanting to die, to sleep.
Ay, there's the rub.
But with The Tempest, Taymor does the impossible: She takes Shakespeare's debacle and makes it worse. Even as a non-aesthete, one who appreciates bad CGI when bad CGI is due, I found myself plunging through biting aesthetic pain whenever Taymor made the choice to use it. Taymor's failure to capture the already weak atmosphere of The Tempest is simply embarrassing. Each frame is drained of colour, bland as the characters and the story which fill them, and the CGI is curiously funny, although I highly doubt that was what Taymor was going for. Perhaps she sought to bring her own style into the film, but, as demonstrated by her directorial ineptitude in the making of this film, it would probably be better for her to keep a minimal personal influence, letting Shakespeare do the talking instead.
Taymor seeks to win over her audience through a pointless gender swap, adopting the "I'm original" attitude of one whose only originality resides in turning celebrated literature into films. Instead of the magician Prospero, we instead get the magician Prospera, played by Helen Mirren. Wow. Every other character remains the same. Some idiot made the mistake of casting a black guy as Caliban. As makeup-encrusted as he is, that doesn't take away from the fact that the only black guy in this whole movie plays the slave.
In accord with Shakespeare, The Tempest is narratively befuddled. Three separate plots are superficially explored in under two hours. And yet, as each plodding second passes, one could be forgiven for assuming that it is longer. Overall, Taymor's The Tempest was awful, buoyed only by a few performances and the occasional fancy shot. I found myself wanting to die, to sleep.
Ay, there's the rub.