ANONYMOUS: Blu-ray (Columbia 2011) Sony Home Entertainment
Did William
Shakespeare write his own plays? For centuries, scholarship has taken the Bard’s
154 sonnets and 37 immortal stage works at face value. However, in more recent
times it has become somewhat fashionable to deconstruct the man, the myth and
the legend that was William Shakespeare. After all, there are plenty of
inconsistencies in the historical record to suggest alternative theories. The
most prominent fact is that Shakespeare effectively retired from playwriting
shortly after the death of Edward De Vere, and at the height of his own
popularity. He left London and retired to Stratford on Avon where he became a
successful grain merchant for the rest of his days.
Shakespeare's
plays were published in a folio seven years after his death, but from
manuscripts not written in Shakespeare's own hand. Even more curious,
Shakespeare's father as well as Shakespeare's daughters were all illiterate.
The question therefore remains, how did a man of such eloquence in verse learn
his craft when no one in his family before or after him could even spell their
own name? And then of course there is the name itself...or rather, the signature.
Only a few samples rumored to be Shakespeare's original hand exist. But these
often misspell his name, or perhaps more to the point, spell it differently
than we have all been taught is the correct spelling.
And now comes
Roland Emmerich's Anonymous (2011);
a retelling of the man behind the legend that goes even further into antiquity
to deconstruct the myth of William Shakespeare. Emmerich's film is part
scholastic re-interpretation and part clever revision a la the likes of
screenwriter and historian John Orloff, who manages to mangle about as much of
the screen's time with pure speculation as he does with fact. Even so,
Anonymous is a film of multi-layered variables, court intrigue, pure poppycock
and more than an ounce of respectable truth all rolled into one. The tale is
told from the vantage of our present day fascination about Shakespeare's
origins with actor Derek Jacobi serving as our master of ceremonies. We regress
through Jacobi's narration to the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, our story
beginning one dark and stormy night. Playwright Ben Johnson (Sebastian Armesto)
is cornered inside the Globe Theater, then arrested by Sir Robert Cecil (Edward
Hogg). The theater is torched by Cecil's guards and Johnson tortured into
divulging the whereabouts of a certain assortment of popular plays attributed
to one William Shakespeare.
As yet, we are
quite unaware of the importance of these opening moments, but soon enough we
regress even further back in time. As a young boy, Robert (Isaiah Michalski)
was insanely jealous of his own father, Sir William's (David Thewlis) devotion
to his ward, Edward De Vere, Earl of Oxford (Jamie Campbell Bower). Edward's
desire to write is not in keeping with William's puritan household. After
Edward accidentally murders one of William's spies lurking behind a curtain in
his study, William suggests a plausible way to keep his young ward from the
chopping block. Edward will marry William's daughter, Anne (Helen Baxendale)
even though William is quite aware that Edward has already taken Queen
Elizabeth I (Joely Richardson) to bed.
Flash forward
forty years into the future. Edward (Rhys Ifans) is more determined than ever
that he have his voice heard in the theatre. To this end he engages Ben Johnson
to produce his plays under no particular authorship. Audiences are enthralled
by the plays that follow. But Johnson grows more sullen as each new work he
produces becomes a magnificent success. For he can neither claim credit for the
works himself, nor expose Edward as its true author. "You have no voice," Edward tells Johnson, "That is why you were chosen!"
Meanwhile, Robert Cecil's ambitions to be the man nearest the throne of England
have resulted in wicked manipulations of the Queen (now played by Vanessa
Redgrave). On Sir Robert's suggestion the Queen orders the Earl of Essex (Sam
Reid) and the Earl of Southampton (Xavier Samuel) to fight against Spain. Essex
has been the Queen's lover and private confident for years. But Southampton is
the Queen's bastard son by Edward. The Queen does not know this. Neither does Edward.
At The Globe,
an unhappy accident occurs. A mere bit player named Will Shakespeare (Rafe
Spall) emerges from behind the curtain after a performance of Hamlet to declare
himself the author of the play. Ben Johnson and Edward are in attendance, but
powerless to dispel Will's lie without exposing their own. Henceforth, Will
Shakespeare will claim credit for all of Edward's clever stagecraft. Now, the
film's narrative becomes moderately complex as John Orloff's screenplay juggles
between the youthful dalliances of young Edward and Elizabeth, and the present,
where Edward has become increasingly embroiled in a plot to defy Robert's plan
to have King James succeed Elizabeth on the throne. In the past narrative,
after William Cecil parts the Queen from Edward, the latter takes up with
Bessie Vavasour (Vicky Krieps). Robert Cecil informs her majesty of Edward's
new love and she jealously has the two fornicators imprisoned. But William
comes to Edward's rescue, forcing him back into his loveless marriage with
Anne.
In the present
narrative, Will threatens Ben Johnson to hold his tongue after Johnson vows to
expose Will as a fraud. Edward plans to restore Essex as the man nearest the
throne of England and the Queen's heart. But Robert thwarts Edward's
organization of a spontaneous mob to rally in Essex's defense. Instead, Essex
arrives at the Queen's residence with men loyal to him, only to be ambushed by
Robert's guards. Robert tells the Queen that Essex has come to destroy her and
take command of the throne for himself. Robert then confesses the truth to
Edward, that he was the son of his own father, William Cecil and the Queen. In
seducing the Queen as a young man he committed incest with his own mother to
produce the Earl of Southampton. Essex and Southampton are imprisoned and
slated for beheading. Essex eventually loses his head, but Edward finagles a
deal for Southampton by confessing to the Queen the truth of his ancestry and
that of her bastard child. The Queen spares Southampton's life with Edward's
promise that he will never learn of his true parentage. But she also banishes
Edward by having his name stricken from the official record forever.
Henceforth, Will Shakespeare will lay claim to all authorship of Edward's
plays.
The years
pass. The Queen dies. Then Edward dies. But on his deathbed he bequeaths all
his folios and sonnets, written in his own hand, to Ben Johnson, entrusting
Johnson with their future proliferation. We return to the beginning of the
film, with Johnson being tortured by Robert to divulge the whereabouts of these
manuscripts. Johnson informs Robert that they have all perished in the flames
when his men set fire to the Globe Theatre. But later, when Johnson returns to
the smoldering embers of the Globe he finds that the box he had hidden Edward's
manuscripts in has survived the blaze. Johnson vows to remain true to Edward's
wishes. We return to the present day with Derek Jacobi providing a few final
footnotes that round out our curiosity with more questions than answers. The
lights come up and the audience departs the theatre, left to ponder all that
has been set before them.
Anonymous is a striking and ambitiously mounted entertainment.
John Orloff's screenplay is slow to start, and more than slightly confusing
along the way, but it gathers both steam and our interests about midway
through, tying up a lot of loose ends along the way that seem more fact than
fiction before the final fade out. Stephen O. Gessler's art direction and Ann
Foerster's cinematography create a brooding, murky palette where such grand
illusions and even grander deceptions seem quite possible, if not entirely
probably. Nils Bleeck's special effects and Sandra Balej digital visual effects
seamlessly blend the real with the fanciful to resurrect an England previously made
real only in period sketches and history books.
The acting
also deserves our admiration. The cast is in very fine form; too many exceptional
performances to single out individually herein. But the real standout is Rhys
Ifans - previously remembered as the daft roommate of Hugh Grant in Notting Hill. Barely recognizable
herein, his Edward is a tortured proud nobleman, a passionate man of conviction
amongst mere players to his art. The film's success entirely rests on his
shoulders and he proves himself more than capable of carrying off this complex
and multifaceted character. In the final analysis, Anonymous may not be high art, but it is compelling viewing. It
raises intelligent questions about Shakespeare's enduring art, in a medium not
especially known today for either its artful intelligence or careful
craftsmanship in the art of make believe. Anonymous
attempts to do both and, more often than not, succeeds at offering us a little
of each.
Sony's Blu-ray
release captures the oppressive darkness of the cinematography with impressive
results. This is a film whose backgrounds were largely conceived in a digital
world employing a green screen and extensive matte work. The 1080p image is
adept at bringing all this technical wizardry to life - gray and near
monochromatic as it may be. The stylized color palette evokes part aged
historical parchment and part graphic novel. It's difficult to assess color
accuracy, as this is a highly stylized visual presentation. As such, flesh
tones tend to be deliberately washed out. The general presentation is murky -
but again, as it should be - or at least was in the theatre. The audio is a 7.1 DTS mix that is
exceptionally aggressive. Dialogue is pronounced. Effects are well placed with
good spatial spread across all channels. Extras include an informative audio
commentary, deleted/extended scenes and three very brief featurettes that take
us behind the making of the film and the enduring mystery that remains Will
Shakespeare. Bottom line: recommended.
FILM RATING (out of 5 - 5 being the best)
3.5
VIDEO/AUDIO
4.5
EXTRAS
3
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