Just saw the Al Pacino version of
The Merchant Of Venice, and... damn, that was pretty good. It's virtually impossible to do it as a comedy these days, of course, so it's straight drama, but Michael Radford balances it perfectly - to the point where it becomes pointless to argue whether Shylock is the victim or the villain, or whether all the others are heroes or selfish upper class twits. Pacino's Shylock is just incredible; a man who's spent his entire life being spat upon and finally snaps and demands revenge because it's literally the only thing he has left to hold on to. And our supposed heroes are all a bunch of anti-semites, sure, but so is everyone else and they're just too caught up in their own dealings to notice that their happiness is bought by the misery of others... Well, except for Jeremy Irons' Antonio, who spends the last act knowing (though obviously not saying out loud) that he ruined a man's life. And then that final shot of Shylock, locked out of the synagogue, having lost absolutely everything... Damn, Pacino needs to do more quality work.
Merchant Of Venice is a tricky play to do 400 years later - almost impossible - but if you have to, do it like this.
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