Movie Review Essay Assignment For Romeo

"Romeo and Juliet" is always said to be the first romantic tragedy ever written, but it isn't really a tragedy at all. It's a tragic misunderstanding, scarcely fitting the ancient requirement of tragedy that the mighty fall through their own flaws. Romeo and Juliet have no flaws, and aren't old enough to be blamed if they did. They die because of the pigheaded quarrel of their families, the Montagues and Capulets. By writing the play, Shakespeare began the shaping of modern drama, in which the fates of ordinary people are as crucial as those of the great. The great tragedies of his time, including his own, involved kings, emperors, generals. Here, near the dawn of his career, perhaps remembering a sweet early romance before his forced marriage to Anne Hathaway, he writes about teenagers in love.


"Romeo and Juliet" has been filmed many times in many ways; Norma Shearer and Leslie Howard starred in the beloved 1936 Hollywood version, and modern transformations include Robert Wise's "West Side Story" (1961), which applies the plot to Manhattan gang warfare; Abel Ferrara's "China Girl" (1987), about a forbidden romance between a girl of Chinatown and a boy of Little Italy, and Baz Luhrmann's "Romeo + Juliet" (1996), with California punk gangs on Verona Beach. But the favorite film version is likely to remain, for many years, Franco Zeffirelli's 1968 production.

His crucial decision, in a film where almost everything went well, was to cast actors who were about the right age to play the characters (as Howard and Shearer were obviously not). As the play opens, Juliet "hath not seen the change of 14 years," and Romeo is little older. This is first love for Juliet, and Romeo's crush on the unseen Rosalind is forgotten the moment he sees Juliet at the masked ball: "I ne'er saw true beauty until this night." After a well-publicized international search, Zeffirelli cast Olivia Hussey, a 16-year-old from Argentina, and Leonard Whiting, a British 17-year-old.

They didn't merely look their parts, they embodied them in the freshness of their personalities, and although neither was a trained actor, they were fully equal to Shakespeare's dialogue for them; Anthony Holden's new book William Shakespeare: The Man Behind the Genius contrasts "the beautiful simplicity with which the lovers speak at their moments of uncomplicated happiness," with "the ornate rhetorical flourishes which fuel so much else in the play"--flourishes that Zeffirelli severely pruned, trimming about half the play. He was roundly criticized for his edits, but much that needs describing on the stage can simply be shown onscreen, as when Benvolio is shown witnessing Juliet's funeral and thus does not need to evoke it in a description to the exiled Romeo. Shakespeare, who took such wholesale liberties with his own sources, might have understood.


What is left is what people love the play for--the purity of the young lovers' passion, the earthiness of Juliet's nurse, the well-intentioned plans of Friar Laurence, the hot-blooded feud between the young men of the families, the cruel irony of the double deaths. And there is time, too, for many of the great speeches, including Mercutio's poetic evocation of Mab, the queen of dreams.

Hussey and Whiting were so good because they didn't know any better. Another year or two of experience, perhaps, and they would have been too intimidated to play the roles. It was my good fortune to visit the film set, in a small hill town an hour or so outside Rome, on the night when the balcony scene was filmed. I remember Hussey and Whiting upstairs in the old hillside villa, waiting for their call, unaffected, uncomplicated. And when the balcony scene was shot, I remember the heedless energy that Hussey threw into it, take after take, hurling herself almost off the balcony for hungry kisses. (Whiting, balanced in a tree, needed to watch his footing.)

Between shots, in the overgrown garden, Zeffirelli strolled with the composer Nino Rota, who had written the music for most of Fellini's films and now simply hummed the film's central theme, as the director nodded. Pasqualino De Santis, who was to win an Oscar for his cinematography, directed his crew quietly, urgently, trying to be ready for the freshness of the actors instead of making them wait for technical quibbles. At dawn, drinking strong coffee as cars pulled around to take his actors back to Rome, Zeffirelli said what was obvious: That the whole movie depended on the balcony and the crypt scenes, and he felt now that his casting decision had proven itself, and that the film would succeed.

It did, beyond any precedent for a film based on Shakespeare, even though Shakespeare is the most filmed writer in history. The movie opened in the tumultuous year of 1968, a time of political upheaval around the world, and somehow the story of the star-crossed lovers caught the mood of rebellious young people who had wearied of their elders' wars. "This of all works of literature eternizes the ardor of young love and youth's aggressive spirit," wrote Anthony Burgess.

Zeffirelli, born in Florence in 1923, came early to the English language through prewar experiences hinted at in the loosely autobiographical "Tea With Mussolini" (1999). His crucial early artistic influence was Laurence Olivier's "Henry V" (1945), which inspired him to go into the theater; he has had parallel careers directing plays, films and operas. Before the great success of "Romeo and Juliet," be first visited Shakespeare for the shaky but high-spirited "Taming of the Shrew" (1967), with Burton and Taylor. Later he directed Placido Domingo in "Otello" (1986), Verdi's opera, and directed Mel Gibson in "Hamlet" (1991).


"Romeo and Juliet" remains the magical high point of his career. To see it again is to luxuriate. It is intriguing that Zeffirelli in 1968 focused on love, while Baz Luhrmann's popular version of 1996 focused on violence; something fundamental has changed in films about and for young people, and recent audiences seem shy of sex and love but eager for conflict and action. I wonder if a modern Friday night audience would snicker at the heart-baring sincerity of the lovers.

Zeffirelli got some criticism from purists by daring to show Romeo and Juliet awakening in her bed, no doubt after experiencing physical love. In the play the same dialogue plays in the Capulets' orchard, where "enter Romeo and Juliet, aloft" -- on her balcony, that is. I am as sure as I can be they have just left Juliet's bedchamber -- and after all, were they not wed by Friar Laurence (Milo O'Shea), and is it not right they should consummate their love before Romeo is banished into exile?

The costumes by Danilo Donati won another Oscar for the film (it was also nominated for best picture and director), and they are crucial to its success; they are the avenue for color and richness to enter the frame, which is otherwise filled with gray and ochre stones and the colors of nature. The nurse (Pay Heywood) seems enveloped in a dry goods' sale of heavy fabrics, and Mercutio (John McEnery) comes flying a handkerchief that he uses as a banner, disguise and shroud. Hussey's dresses, with low bodices and simple patterns, set off her creamy skin and long hair; Whiting is able to inhabit his breeches, blouse and codpiece with the conviction that it is everyday clothing, not a costume.

The costumes and everything else in the film--the photography, the music, above all Shakespeare's language--is so voluptuous, so sensuous. The stagecraft of the twinned death scenes is of course all contrivance; the friar's potion works with timing that is precisely wrong, and yet we forgive the manipulation because Shakespeare has been able to provide us with what is theoretically impossible, the experience of two young lovers each grieving the other's death. When the play was first staged in London, Holden writes, Shakespeare had the satisfaction "of seeing the groundlings moved to emotions far beyond anything before known in the theater." Why? Because of craft and art, yes, but also because Romeo and Juliet were not distant and august figures, not Caesars, Othellos or Macbeths, but a couple of kids in love, as everyone in the theater had known, and everyone in the theater had been.


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William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet

Current Status
In Season
120 minutes
Claire Danes, Leonardo DiCaprio, Harold Perrineau, Jamie Kennedy, John Leguizamo, Dash Mihok, Pete Postlethwaite, Paul Rudd, Paul Sorvino, Vondie Curtis-Hall
Baz Luhrmann
Baz Luhrmann

Skinheads, drag queens, and leather-boy desperadoes. Silver designer pistols that look as if they were engraved at a Rodeo Drive boutique. Gunfights and brawls edited with such whiplash abandon the images might have been cut together by a straight razor … William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet is a slick blast of ”decadence,” the kind of violent swank-trash music video that may make you feel like reaching for the remote control. The movie’s young stars, Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes, are downy-skinned teen idols with matching curlicue smiles. If they can’t exactly fake being classical thespians (they have matching California monotones, too), that’s okay, since the two are used as elegant erotic objects. They balance each other perfectly: Danes is the more tenderly expressive, but DiCaprio, with his cat-eyed Asian delicacy, is, if anything, even more beautiful. They’re terrific camera subjects, and in this ultimate story of youthful ardor, that counts for a lot (as it did in the 1968 Franco Zeffirelli version).

Shot in Mexico, and staged as a turbo-charged psychedelic comic strip by the Australian director Baz Luhrmann (Strictly Ballroom), Romeo and Juliet is a series of spectacular production designs posing as a motion picture. When the two lovers are lying in a church lit by what looks like a thousand candles, you’re not meditating on the mortality of their love — you’re drinking in all that yummy light (and wondering, perhaps, when Sting is going to arrive). Slicing Shakespeare’s pesky poetry down to the barest of bones, Luhrmann makes his stars the soft center of a garish audiovisual maelstrom, a movie that fuses the energy of MTV, the oversaturated kitsch ”passion” of Ken Russell, and the burnt-rubber nihilism of a glib futuristic action cartoon.

Opening with a TV-news prologue, the film plunges us into the wild, graffiti-strewn, multicultural demimonde of Verona Beach. The Montagues and Capulets are now rival corporate dynasties whose younger members, sporting tattoos and pink hair, cruise the streets like delinquent road warriors, screaming out tidbits of Shakespeare between idle gun blasts. Juliet’s nurse (Miriam Margolyes) is now an earthy Latina, and when Romeo attends the Capulet costume ball, it’s a pulsating disco revel, the exact sort of place you’d expect to find Mercutio (Harold Perrineau), a gender-bending black ruffian who favors white Afro wigs. Make no mistake — Verona is burning!

Already, you may sense a contradiction. Romeo and Juliet, the story of lovers torn apart by the mutual hatred of their families, is about youthful romance restrained (and ultimately killed) by ego, tradition, blind vanity. But Luhrmann’s film unfolds in a world without restraint. The feud between the Montagues and the Capulets looks less like rivalry than pure chaos; we can’t believe anyone would give a damn about these two kids fooling around. The movie knows perfectly well it’s blaspheming Shakespeare, and that, in a way, is the essence of its appeal. It’s an experiment in straight-faced camp: If we wrap the Bard in this much tinsel, will you still recognize him? And if not, is that a victory in itself — i.e., will Shakespeare stripped down to his barbaric ”essentials” (you know, love, violence, fashionable lingerie) prove as big a sell to the youth market as Jesus Christ Superstar and Tommy? William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet isn’t boring, exactly, but it’s so intent on bombarding the audience that it blows away everything in its wake — flesh, spirit, passion. The two lovers are still doomed by a force beyond their control, only now it’s not the Montagues and the Capulets. It’s the movie itself, which is staged as a contradictory pop assault, a love story in attack mode.

At the ball, there’s a nice moment when DiCaprio and Danes, staring at each other through an aquarium, seem to be gazing at a reflection of their own images — love as the culmination of youthful narcissism. Later, Luhrmann stages the balcony scene in a lighted swimming pool, creating a mood of deliquescent glamour. Every so often, you catch a glimmer of Shakespeare’s rhythms; they’re there in Pete Postlethwaite’s rueful performance as Father Laurence (now a New Age herbalist), or in the way Perrineau grieves through the line ”a plague on both your houses.” Ultimately, though, William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet is committed to little beyond its own eye candy, its strategizing need to keep the audience awake. Who would have guessed that a modern-day Romeo and Juliet could be this preeningly outrageous — or that it would leave you this cold? C+

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