First transmitted 7th November 1981
Suzanne Burden and Anton Lesser find true love never runs too smoothly - particularly when Charles Gray tries to help you. |
Cast: Anton Lesser (Troilus), Suzanne Burden (Cressida),
Charles Gray (Pandarus), Benjamin Whitrow (Ulysses), Vernon Dobtcheff
(Agamemnon), Geoffrey Chater (Nestor), John Shrapnel (Hector), Kenneth Haigh
(Achilles), Anthony Pedley (Menelaus), Jack Birkett (Thersites), Esmond Knight
(Priam), Tony Steedman (Aeneas), Paul Moriarty (Diomedes), Elayne Sharling
(Cassandra), David Firth (Paris), Ann Pennington (Helen), Bernard Brown
(Menelaus), Merelina Kendall (Andromache)Director: Jonathan Miller
Like Timon of Athens,
Troilus and Cressida is one of Shakespeare’s most rarely performed works.
Again it’s not hard to see why as soon as you sit down and watch it: this is
that rarest of things, a Shakespearean satire, a parody of Homer, in which each
of the heroes is deconstructed as something considerably more flawed and human.
It’s also parodies Homer’s poetry, meaning each character talks at very great
length to get across their point – none more so than Ulysses, who barely
delivers a line shorter than a page.
So this play is a deconstruction of the mythic ideal, and
this is the tone Miller’s production works to capture. Both the Greek camp and Troy
are run-own, shabby affairs, populated by characters who have been going over
the same conversations over and over again for the last seven years of war. In
the Greek camp, soldiers laze around in dirty tents, playing cards and being
entertained by prostitutes (visually Miller was inspired by the look of
M*A*S*H*). The Greek leaders laze on beds drinking, barely going through the
motions. Garrulous characters, particularly Ulysses and Nestor, seize the
conversation in tired silences. Between councils, Achilles and others laze with
their lovers or gossip with servants. The Greek costumes are as shabby, brown
and dirty as the rest of the camp, and drink is clearly in plentiful supply
(and a regular prop).
Alongside this nihilistic view of the Trojan war, a contrast
is made with the romance between Troilus and Cressida. Both the lovers are
young and naive, with a rather innocent outlook on the world. In their first
scene together, both Lesser and Burden are chaste and timid, unsure of how to
act upon an obvious attraction between them – they virtually need Pandarus to
push them together. What Miller suggests is that their naivety leads to them interpreting
this first burst of passion – an early crush effectively – as a passion for the
ages. Their uncertainty is still there: even when waking from a night together they
are physically hesitant with each other. When separated they respond as if
trying to meet expectations: Cressida clings to Troilus in dramatic outbursts
of tears and wailing; Troilus behaves as the strong comforter but stridently
demands again and again that she swear undying devotion. It’s all a bit much
for something that is really little more than a one-night stand.
At the centre of the web of sex and manipulation is Charles
Gray’s campy, creepy and (inevitably – it is Charles Gray!) toadlike Pandarus
is the selfish spider. Gray’s Pandarus sees ensnaring Troilus in his family as his
meal-ticket and, as such, is willing to spin any story necessary to successfully
pimp out Cressida to him. He has wit and charm, but is entirely self-focused
(clearly shown in the final shots as a disease-raddled Pandarus walks blindly
past the funeral of Hector, absorbed with his own self-inflicted tragedy). When
bringing the lovers together he virtually pushes them together to get the result
he wants, frustratedly crying “have you not done talking?” It’s another decent
performance from Gray, though I could have done with a performance which is
slightly less broad and allowed us to see a bit more of Pandarus’ intelligence
as well as his greed.
In the Greek camp, there is a batch of strong performances,
with Geoffrey Chater the stand-out as a hilarious Nestor, playing him as a
pompous, preening old man, nowhere near as clever as he thinks he is,
constantly agreeing shamelessly with the most persuasive figure (usually
Ulysses), chuckling pointedly at obscure jokes to highlight his intelligence
and, in one great moment, prattling at such great length to a visiting Hector
that Ulysses has to physically interject to restrain him (Chater remains at the
edge of the frame, constantly trying to retake the conversational impetus).
Benjamin Whitrow’s Ulysses is a good companion performance to this – smooth,
proud, calculating, a natural observer, with Whitrow suggesting that his self
interest has kept him from the ennui and boredom of the rest of the men (and
also allowed him to take the driving seat in discussions).
Vernon Dobtchett is a solid presence as Agamemnon,
displaying just the right mixture of pride and terminal lack of charisma.
Kenneth Haigh’s self-absorbed, cruel Achilles is a soulless contrast to Hector.
Regular performer Anthony Pedley gives another lovely performance as a preening
and dim Ajax, lead meekly by the last person he spoke to. Jack Birkett gives a
screechy, camp performance as a dress-laden Thersites that really captures his
bitterness and cynicism, but perhaps misses out on making clear Thersites’ role
in the play of providing a commentary on events.
It’s a well worked and intelligent, if overlong piece of
television that, rather like the play, wears its brain on its sleeve and at
times lacks a little heart. There is wit and humanity there but much of it
serves as secondary to the dissection of notions of honour and romance. So it’s
just as well that it excels at doing this!
Conclusion
The play itself is hard going in places, but this is a
production packed with good ideas that serves as a companion piece to Romeo and Juliet: in that play innocence
and naivety are celebrated (though lead to tragedy and the deaths of both);
here it is shown to be misguided and mistaken and is eventually refocused to
anger, cynicism and resentment. Miller’s production, particularly in A5, really
captures the feeling of a descent to despair. With several impressive
performances – in particular Chater, Lesser and Shrapnel – this is as good a
version as any to get a sense of this most difficult of plays.
NEXT TIME: Helen Mirren
is besotted with a donkey-headed Brian Glover in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Will this unfailing crowd pleaser of a
comedy manage to raise a chuckle in a series that has bummed out on comedy so
far?
That man has no neck!
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