This was rather like the movie theater showings of the Metropolitan Opera - with higher ticket prices and an audience that is probably not your average audience. No cell phones went off, but the smell of garlic and jalapenos interrupted the performance for me. I imagine in Shakespeare's time, people ate during a three hour performance like this so I get over it. (OK, I'm over it.)
Technically, I was occasionally distracted by a dip in the volume as, I'm guessing, the actor moved from one microphone to another.
Oh yes, then there was Shakespeare's play itself. Even with the introductory film, it was hard to keep track of all the characters and, at times, to track the meaning of the words. But a couple themes jumped out at me near the end, reminding me that underneath our modern veneer, we are just humans who aren't much different from humans long ago.
"We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone."
. . . it is the time,This debate lingers today. Is Obama doing injuries? Or is it the time?
And not the king, that doth you injuries.
And using one's devotion to God for earthly gains is nothing new. Below, Lancaster speaks to the Archbishop of York:
Who hath not heard it spoken
How deep you were within the books of God?
To us the speaker in his parliament;
To us the imagined voice of God himself;
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven
And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
But you misuse the reverence of your place,
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of his substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarm'd them.