It is always strange to go to a play or musical based on a film, particularly one you know well. With a book, you know that the adaptation will simplify and change the material of necessity, so it will take on its own life. However, since a theatre production and a film have approximately the same running time, there is always a danger that the play or musical will lose its vitality through lack of originality. The most recent example of this that I can think of is Fatal Attraction, which was utterly dire and which is one of the very few plays I can recall where I left at the interval.
However, in the case of Shakespeare in Love, I was reckoning without two things. The first being that this is a script by Tom Stoppard, and its innate quality is such that it is virtually guaranteed to produce an enjoyable evening. And the second is that the film starred Gwyneth Paltrow, who is an actress of a certain screen presence, but not exactly a distinguished Shakespearean interpreter.
The plot is familiar; a young Shakespeare (Tom Bateman) is starting out, friends with Christopher Marlowe (David Oakes) and attempting to make a name for himself with the various theatre companies in London. Viola de Lesseps (Lucy Briggs-Owen) is a young lady who loves the theatre and wants to act. Her father (Richard Howard) is rich but has made his money in trade, and secures the engagement between Viola and posh-but-poor Wessex (Alistair Petrie). Looming over all is the presence of Queen Elizabeth I (Anna Carteret), a part in which Judi Dench memorably won an Oscar for 8 minutes of screen time.
Stoppard employs many classic Shakespearean devices, but the most prominent is that Viola disguises herself as a young man and is chosen to play the part of Romeo in Shakespeare’s play, which involves (initially at least) many protagonists, including Ethel, the Pirate’s Daughter. Shakespeare is impressed by “his” acting ability but falls in love with the undisguised Viola, when he sees her at her father’s house. The balcony scenes, in which he attempts to woo her, are among the funniest and most delightful in the play. In particular, Stoppard’s sly notion that Marlowe gave Shakespeare some of his best lines is charming.
It is well-acted throughout; Tom Bateman is an earthy, lustful Shakespeare, and we believe him when he bemoans the fact that his wife Anne Hathaway’s bed is cold. He has the ruthlessness of the man devoted to art, even as we do believe that he loves Viola. Lucy Briggs-Owen has a beautiful speaking voice and the speeches are beautiful in her hands, but her facial expressions lack variety. The role of Wessex is particularly well cast, as it was rather difficult to believe Colin Firth in the role in the film. Alistair Petrie is suitably chilly and lacking in appeal.
For me, however, the script is the star of this play. A true love letter to theatre, not without affectionate mocking, we see Stoppard’s gifts at their most whimsical. Not his most intellectual play (although of course still very clever) but a witty, charming and elegant way in which to spend an evening. Oh, and the bit with the dog is very good too.