Wednesday saw my 40th Birthday, and to celebrate I went to see Tom Stoppard’s brilliant Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead at the Old Vic with a Chum. While Daniel Radcliffe & Joshua Maguire lead, the show is stolen by a magisterial performance by David Haig as The Player, a sort of luvvie-pimp-cum-impresario who holds the whole play, in its absurdity, together.
The play is Hamlet, seen from the point of view of two minor characters, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, old friends of Hamlet’s. The hapless pair spend the play wondering what they’re doing and why, having been recalled to Elsinore by Claudius to find out why Hamlet’s being such a dick, moping about and talking gibberish to himself (“to be, or not to be…” etc). They are eventually betrayed by their friend, who suspects them of working for his uncle which they are, sort of.
The play is therefore a meditation on the futility of existence, and the limitations of people’s personal agency. Most people get on with their lives, as bit parts in a greater drama, not really sure as to the direction of events, or even of the past. After all, what have Rosencrantz and Guildenstern got to go on, but what can be gleaned from a few words of Shakespeare’s, as metaphor for everyone’s flawed and self-serving memory. Any interrogator or detective will tell you about the reliability of eye-witnesses and the difficulty of establishing the truth.
From everyone’s point of view then, even when we’re at the centre of events, most of the action is happening offstage. There will have been some point at which you could have said “no”, but you missed it. Then you die.
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