So I got to se the National Theatre's performance of
Timon Of Athens the other day. No, I wasn't in London, but I just happened to walk past my local cinema and saw a big sign saying "Timon Of Athens - Live From London on the big screen". Apparently the last performance of it, too.
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
And I thought it was, for the most part, pretty brilliant - not perfect, but as adaptations of Shakespeare set in contemporary times go, it's certainly timely. To be honest I've probably read the play once, years ago, and it's not one that left very strong memories so I can't say how much is Shakespeare and how much is adaptation (in an interview shown before the performance, the director said that since
Timon is unfinished and most likely was never performed in Shakespeare's time, he has no qualms about editing the text since Shakespeare would have had to do the same). As Shakespeare plays go, it's not one of his strongest; a very thin plot, heavy on satire but light on the sort of sharp characterisation and witty wordplay that you'd expect from a Shakespeare play - hell, several of the characters aren't even
named in the version that's been preserved.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
But not unlike Fiennes'
Coriolanus, this version of
Timon isn't so much filtered through Occupy protests, financial crises (it's set in
Athens...) and crumbling social order as positively steeped in it. Timon here is a financial bigshot, one of the elite rich who spend their days scratching each others backs, praising and lavishing gifts upon each other, ignoring the rumbling in the streets far below, the words "Let them eat cake" all but spoken aloud... and when one of them (Timon himself) falls on hard times as his wealth crumbles, built as it is on a house of cards all marked "IOU", everyone else turns on him for not meeting their austerity requirements even as they're still full from dining at his table the night before. Yeah, the director knows what buttons he's pushing here.
For every grise of fortune Is smooth'd by that below.
Of course, the other side, the horde outside the gates - dressed in hoodies, carrying slogans, sleeping in cheap tents, directly from the set of Cronenberg's
Cosmopolis - don't fare much better; the slightest hint of gold and they'll sell anything, kill anyone. For all of Shakespeare's humanity, he wasn't necessarily a great liberal democrat (as opposed to a Liberal, a Democrat, or a Liberal Democrat) by today's standards; his sympathy isn't necessarily with the disenfranchised as with the noble. So between the rich who have too much money and don't understand how good they have it, and the poor who simply want what the others have, that leaves the director with the choice of
almost accepting Timon's complete misanthropy as he stands, for the entire second half of the play, in the wilderness (here a dirty city street), clad in rags behind a Tesco cart filled with garbage and worthless gold, cursing mankind (and damn, Simon Russell Beale is
fantastic... Deborah Findlay, perhaps, slightly less so). Before we end on a note that's as cynical about the nature of power and privilege as it gets.
Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.
Not a perfect play, not an entirely perfect performance, but thanks for reminding me that Shakespeare never ceases to be relevant.