July 10 , 2000


The End Is Near
BY RICK ROCKWELL
Can the Mexican opposition topple the PRI?

Temp Slave Revolt
BY DAVID MOBERG
Contingent workers of the world unite.

Locked Down
BY KRISTIN ELIASBERG
Prison cutbacks leave inmates hopeless.


News & Views

Editorial
BY SALIM MUWAKKIL
Just say no to the war on drugs.

Forgotten America
BY JUAN GONZALEZ
Enemies of the state.

Appall-O-Meter
BY DAVID FUTRELLE

A Terry Laban Cartoon

Bully Culprit
BY JAMES B. GOODNO
Estrada is leading the Philippines into crisis.

Three's Company
BY JOHN NICHOLS
Third parties strategize for the November elections

Don't Drink the Water
BY ERIK MARCUS

Did a factory farm cause a deadly E. coli outbreak?

Eight Is Enough
BY DAVE LINDORFF

Judge restricts freedom of anti-death penalty activists

Pass the Petition
BY TED KLEINE

In Michigan, a Republican leads a campaign to legalize marijuana

Profile
BY TRAVIS LOLLER

Irina Arellano: on strike and in style.


Culture

Botched Burbs
BY SANDY ZIPP
BOOKS: How the suburbs happened.

Harrington's Way
BY KIM PHILLIPS-FEIN
BOOKS: The Other American.

Slaughterhouse Live
BY JEFF SHARLET
BOOKS: Absolute oral history

Shakespeare Inc.
BY BEN WINTERS
FILM: Something is definitely rotten in Denmark.

Post-Feminist Smackdown!
BY JANE SLAUGHTER

 
Shakespeare Inc.

By Ben Winters

Hamlet
Directed by Michael Almereyda

Something is definitely rotten in Denmark - for one thing, it has moved to Midtown Manhattan.

This is the doing of director Michael Almereyda and his flashy Hamlet, which transports the tortured tale from gloomy medieval Scandinavia to brooding contemporary New York. Over the 400 years that Shakespeare's existential revenge play has tantalized directors, each has refashioned the piece, grafting on new concerns and bending the story to fit new contexts. Most often, however, they've been content to retain the basic notion that the Prince of Denmark is both a prince and a Dane.

But in Almereyda's take, Castle Elsinore has found new life as a sleek, glass-walled hotel somewhere off Times Square, in the heart of the new New York, glimmering and crimeless even at midnight - except for the occasional regicide. As Baz Luhrmann did in 1996 with his street-level fantasia Romeo + Juliet, Almereyda has seized the Bard by the forelocks and dragged him boldly through space and time, arriving in the irony-soaked, fast-edit world of 2000, where only goateed slacker hero Ethan Hawke makes sense in the lead.

Here's Claudius and Gertrude at a press conference announcing their betrothal, smiling flawlessly under the glare of klieg lights; here's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern downing longnecks, hollering their betrayals over blaring electronica; here's hip-hop Ophelia in baggy jeans, brows furrowed in adolescent petulance, the very model of a modern rootless club kid. Much has been deleted from Shakespeare's script, in the name of logic as much as brevity; Hamlet cannot give his famous instructions to the players ("do not saw the air too much with your hand"), since the "play" that is to "catch the conscience of the king" is now a film and video installation.

 

 


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