female cassio! (a good decision + i enjoyed it but they framed the entire play with her presence - opening with her putting on male clothes and ending with her and bianca…tearing up the bed? - there’s probably not enough text there for cassio to do that but i enjoyed it nonetheless)
female cassio meant gay stuff and that made me happy obvs
a very interesting latin/english version of video games by lana del rey was the only music they had and sometimes it worked…sometimes it really didn’t (especially when it was in latin)
IAGO!!! i was so into their iago. at first i thought they had made a mistake because their iago was a tall, hulking man, he was too big, too angry, he took up half the stage. but then i realised that the sam wanamaker is made for the illusive and the spidery already. an iago that faded into the shadows could have been lost and also been…perhaps too easy and obvious. this iago took out his anger on the audience, targeting specific people. he grabbed hold of a much smaller othello tightly and wouldn’t let go. he frightened people. he didn’t fit in the candlelit world that the particular stage creates. it was fascinating to watch him destroy things as something hiding in plain sight.
desdemona fought till the last (the way she said ‘i have not deserved this’ after othello hurt her….reader, i cried)
sparkling and wonderful emilia, she was transcendent!
tragic that they doubled roderigo as the duke because…that boy was a brilliant roderigo but a terrible duke
all in all….i love othello more than ever. i really love the sam wanamaker playhouse…it’s a great place to perform plays better seen by candlelight
also………i had forgotten this line:
I lay with Cassio lately And, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep. There are a kind of men So loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter Their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say “Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves.” And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, Cry “O sweet creature!” and then kiss me hard, As if he plucked up kisses by the roots That grew upon my lips, lay his leg Over my thigh, and sigh, and kiss, and then Cry “Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!”