No matter who is the true author of the works of William Shakespeare,
it's known that he borrowed plots and ideas liberally--from legends,
history, and other plays. That may explain why modern interpreters of the
Bard feel no compunction to stay true to his texts. We've had Shakespeare
set during World War I, on the beaches of Miami, and in outer space.
Michael Hoffman's adaptation of A Midsummer Night's Dream is set in
Italy in 1890, for no apparent reason except that it allows the director to
dress his actresses in high-neck gowns and to have them zip around on
bicycles.
That's about the only change that comes off as completely arbitrary,
though. The rest of his Midsummer Night's Dream is purposefully and
effectively streamlined; it's funny, wistful, and comprehensible. It helps
that the story is already divided neatly into three: The main plot concerns
a crisscrossed pair of couples--Helena (Calista Flockhart), who loves
Demetrius (Christian Bale), who loves Hermia (Anna Friel), who loves
Lysander (Dominic West). The subplot follows a troupe of actors,
particularly leading man Bottom (Kevin Kline), as they prepare a play to
celebrate the wedding of Theseus (David Strathairn) and Hippolyta (Sophie
Marceau). The superplot that helps tie everything together is the feud
between the King and Queen of the Fairies--Oberon (Rupert Everett) and
Titania (Michelle Pfeiffer)--who meddle in the affairs of the mortals who
get in their way, with the help of the mischievous Puck (Stanley
Tucci).
Hoffman has drafted some heavy hitters to bring off this production, and
most acquit themselves nicely. Yes, Bale is a little shrill, and Pfeiffer
has trouble with the huffier passages, and Friel and West are pretty
forgettable. But Flockhart brings a lot of comic misery to Helena, and
Everett and Tucci make charming schemers. The heart of the film, though, is
Kevin Kline. Hoffman expands the role of Bottom into some subtle, wordless
scenes, which show the actor at home with his disapproving wife. Bottom was
always central to the plot, but now his adventure takes on a bittersweet
edge, as Kline shows his need to be the center of attention conflicting
with his need for dignity.
Michael Hoffman has made several underrated films in the past, including
the funny Soapdish, the grandiose Restoration, and the sweet
One Fine Day. Of course, "underrated" is often a euphemism for
"unsuccessful," and each of those films has weaknesses that almost outstrip
their virtues. There are weaknesses in A Midsummer Night's Dream as
well, from the stagy, often amateurish sets to the pointless era switch.
What's more, each Shakespeare adapter has to ask himself, "What am I trying
to bring to this familiar story?" and Hoffman doesn't seem to have a
compelling answer, beyond his desire to capture the tale's whimsical
spirit.
But he does make some good choices, particularly downplaying the tedious
lovers' roundelay at the center of the play to get to the hilarious nuptial
performance of Pyramus and Thisbe. Purists may say that by rushing
to the laughs, Hoffman has turned the play into a trifle. To them, I say
that it was always intended to be a trifle. Hoffman has merely made it a
brisk and watchable one.