By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
Brian Kulick's Park staging of The Winter's Tale is, in this respect, a tolerably good beginning. It pays the public the compliment of not condescending and leaning down to explain the play, but instead inviting them up, to view something dignified, somber, and spare. That the vision they find, on arriving at this austere upper level, is a private and sometimes quirkily obscure one, may not be such a good thing, but won't surprise any hardened Shakespeare-goer. For two centuries, the theater's approach to Shakespeare has been a catch-22 routine of simultaneous reverence and depredation, with the words worshipped as Sacred Text, and the staging stretched to include any amount of directorial or actorish self-indulgence.
I don't mean to lay all this on Kulick, who is very far from being the worst example. I just wince a little whenever I get more proof of Shaw's thesis; artists perpetrate these absurdities, he wrote, "as a tribute to Shakespeare's greatness, which, being uncommon, ought not to be interpreted according to the dictates of common sense." There you have the problem, which even Shaw's colleague Granville Barker couldn't cure, in a nutshell. We have it today as surely as the Victorians had it when Augustin Daly filled the space between the last two acts of A Midsummer Night's Dream with the "panoramic passage of Theseus's barge to Athens." Kulick's most distressing move is to spoil, apparently for the sake of some abstruse theorizing, the most famous and enjoyable stage direction in Shakespeare. Yes, this is the production in which "Exit, pursued by a bear" leaves most of the audience blankly puzzled. How could it? Because Kulick somehow equates the bear with Leontes, so Leontes has to fall asleep on the floor in Sicilia, get a bear rug draped over him during the scene change, and wake up to stumble off half wrapped in it, while Jonathan Hadary's Antigonus makes some strange frozen gestures to convey acceptance of a hideous fate. I bet the panoramic passage was more fun.
Not that Kulick's production lacks visual appeal. Riccardo Hernandez's bold, richly monochrome set signals the show's grave tone: Sicilia is an eternal evening gala, all red carpet and gilt chairs; Anita Yavich's costumes make clear that formal wear is required at all times, black frock coats for the men, lush-colored evening gowns and long gloves for the women. Changes of scene are made with gilt-framed partitions displaying blown-up details from Renaissance painting. Both the elegance and the period-jumping fit this fantasy island, where men worship Apollo, but the queen's statue is by Giulio Romano, in whose time Apollo worship might have gotten you burned at the stake. Bohemia, in contrast, is all a gauzy white idyll, with the stage stripped of its crimson draperies and its rustic inhabitants turned into hushed Pre-Raphaelite ringers, who dance a stately galliard to Mark Bennett's pleasantly solemn music, equal parts Steve Reich and Antonin Reicha.
Within this lovely, if slightly stiff-limbed, context, Kulick moves his company through the story proficiently and for the most part intelligently. He has a few mannerist tricks that get on my aesthetic nerves, like having characters, in the middle of a scene, go off and reenter while the scenic elements shift, as if he thinks Shakespeare should have written more tracking shots; occasionally, too, his blocking aims for an intimacy that shuts out the audience and rebukes the open stage, as when Leontes sits with his back to us and Camillo kneels upstage of him. But the main objection is that the production lives at a fixed distance from the play as well as from us, that it seems to be trying, especially in Bohemia, to convert the play to its vision, rather than using its vision to form a bond between the play and us. Certainly anyone who didn't know The Winter's Tale would be able to follow its story as told here (apart from the bear); just as certainly, any such innocent would come away very puzzled regarding Shakespeare's view of the differencesexternal but still emphaticbetween shepherds and kings.
The most problematic result of Kulick's approach is that it only intermittently taps into the characters' inner life. Actors who normally work from the center find no obstacles to doing so here; but Kulick's elaborate formalism doesn't impel those whose work is superficial to find any deeper connection. Since The Winter's Tale is about, among other things, humans' need to trust those they love, a production in which the soul's agony isn't poured out and tested before your eyes will tend to seem a little tepid. Time, chance, and natureunpredictable and often destructive forcescause enough havoc in our lives without help from our own mistrustful impulses: People who don't learn early to rise above suspicion have a long, miserable road ahead of them. That's the story of Leontes, echoed topsy-turvily in the stories of both Florizel and Autolycus.