Last night a friend whisked me off to see Coriolanus at the Cameo. When I was alerted to the fact that I was being whisked away to see Shakespeare, I very quickly did some research, online style, as I didn’t have time to go out and purchase the text. I really struggle with Shakespeare and find that I enjoy seeing it if I have worked my way through it before seeing it on stage, grappling with the words to figure out the plot, who the main players are and twists to look out for. I may have abandoned a play midway through once because I just couldn’t figure out what was going on. To my shame I admit this, but at least I haven’t given up. It’s worth my time and impatience to struggle with it until I’ve teased out the meaning, until I’ve somehow unlocked it for myself and ‘get’ the story shrouded in wording that is unfamiliar. Or something like that.
So. The movie was very good and I must say that the mother was by far my favourite in the line up. I liked the music that punctuated the scenes, the video footage, the contrast of the characters and places as characters were all very good. In my opinion. Which may not be worth very much. This is really all I’m going to say about it as I’m certainly not a critic. I just know what I like.
What I liked even more than the movie was the Q and A afterwards. Sorry, but I didn’t catch the name of the guy interviewing Mr Fiennes. Said man was beautifully turned out and spoke in a most excellent Scottish accent. The chairs and mics were set and then, down the left aisle, walked Mr Fiennes. What was it? A frisson? There was that and rapt attention.
It was interesting to hear Mr Fiennes discuss the struggles behind getting this thing moving. He talked about the road blocks of financial struggles, set backs and when he was asked if that just made him feel almost like giving up, his response was a very direct No. Not at all. If anything it spurred him on to try even harder, to fight for something he knew was worth fighting for. He had this idea that started out quite small and fragile, he believed in it, he envisaged how it would play out and then it just took over. (These aren’t his words, but my interpretation of what he said). That determination, fight and passion I know in myself. It resonated as I’m sure it resonates with anyone striving to make a dream into something tangible. Lived. I decided that I liked Mr Fiennes very much.
Now to reel you back a bit – before the movie started, there was a man sitting 4 people down from me reading The List. He had flicked the pages to my page, was reading the art exhibition listings and then read my blurb. I’m embarassed to say that I actually stared at him while he did this as I have never seen anyone looking at my work before. Mentally, I was screaming ‘I’m down here! I did that!’ but alas, he didn’t look up. Which is fine. It would have been uncomfortable if he had clocked me staring.