DAVID BIANCULLI, HOST:
There have been many "Hamlets", "Othellos," "MacBeths," "Romeos and Juliets" on the big screen, but never before has there been Shakespeare's tragic hero Coriolanus. In the new film adaptation of "Coriolanus," Ralph Fiennes both makes his directorial debut and plays the famously unaccommodating Roman general. Film critic David Edelstein has this review.
DAVID EDELSTEIN, BYLINE: Ralph Fiennes showed up for a frenzied cameo near the end of Kathryn Bigelow's "The Hurt Locker," and her hand-held, adrenaline-charged approach clearly inspired his film of Shakespeare's "Coriolanus," which he both acts and directs the bloody hell out of.
He plays the Roman commander Caius Martius, awarded the name "Coriolanus" after vanquishing Rome's enemies, the Volscians, at their capital, Corioli, in 494 B.C. In the film, however, he does it with tanks and rifles in a war-torn city-state called "Rome" that evokes nowhere in particular, but 20th-century Northern Ireland and Bosnia generally.
I admit I have a prejudice against Shakespeare on screen in modern settings, but it's one I'll happily discard when the adaptors know what they're doing. My old friend Michael Almereyda made a wonderful "Hamlet" with Ethan Hawke, set in the Big Apple, and this "Coriolanus" is in the same league. Fiennes and screenwriter John Logan have the pulse of the story, its mixture of firm martial beats and messy political clatter. As cinema, it's thrilling.
I've been lucky to see two tremendous productions of "Coriolanus" onstage, one in London starring Alan Howard, the other in New York with Christopher Walken. Of the three, Fiennes' hero is, by design, the least likable. His Coriolanus is a hardened soldier, a glassy-eyed killing machine rendered unfit, by his battle experiences, for peacetime life.
In our modern parlance, he either has post-traumatic stress disorder or — as "The Hurt Locker" framed its hero — an addiction to the rush of war. The source of the tragedy is that his formidable mother, Volumnia, played by Vanessa Redgrave, has mapped out a career for Coriolanus in politics.
She wants him to lead the republic, which means he has to slap the backs of senators and flatter the public. Even his soliloquies, his private resolutions to become a politician, suggest he's the wrong man, in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
(SOUNDBITE OF MOVIE, "CORIOLANUS")
RALPH FIENNES: (As Coriolanus) Must I, with base tongue, give my noble heart a lie that it must bear? Well, I'll do it. Away, my disposition and possess me some hallowed spirit. A beggar's tongue. Make motion through my lips. I will not do it, lest I cease to honor mine own truth and by my body's action teach my mind the most inherent baseness.
EDELSTEIN: Fiennes' Coriolanus is so viscerally ill-at-ease, that the notion of putting him up for public office seems demented. He's aggressively unpleasant. But thanks to the medium of cinema, we at least understand where he's coming from. Most of the carnage in Shakespeare is offstage, but Fiennes can show his hero in grueling hand-to-hand combat, once being drenched with arterial spray.
"Hurt Locker" cinematographer Barry Ackroyd puts his camera in the warriors' faces, chief among them, Fiennes' - a scowling mask with a map of ugly scars. Those scars have dramatic weight. His mother says to use them to win the peoples' hearts, but Coriolanus tells the Senate, I had rather have my wounds to heal again, than hear say how I got them.
Fiennes and Logan don't go in for political nuance. There's a good case to be made that a man with such atrocious people skills and a possible penchant for martial law would make a lousy leader, but here, Coriolanus' political rivals are portrayed as more self-serving than principled.
All the sympathy here goes to the warrior class. Coriolanus is much more at home in the presence of his bitterest Volscian enemy, played with surprising tenderness by Gerard Butler, than with anyone else, including his wife, the phenomenally versatile Jessica Chastain.
Vanessa Redgrave is not one of the world's greatest verse speakers, but being one of its greatest actresses compensates for much. What comes through in her Volumnia, even on the eve of Redgrave's 75th birthday, is a kind of shining-eyed girlish certainty that would impel many a dubious man to do her bidding. Brian Cox is superb as her most dogged supporter, an urgent, yet gentle man who proves that not all politicians are, as Coriolanus maintains, founts of phoniness.
There isn't a bum note in the whole movie - but there are oddities. The Romans who debate Coriolanus' election are seen on TV screens. They're TV pundits who talk in iambic pentameter. But after sitting through the last few months of Sunday talk-show election blather, I wasn't thinking, how unrealistic, I was thinking, if only they sounded like this.
BIANCULLI: David Edelstein is film critic for New York Magazine.