Hamnet – Film Review

Cast: Jessie Buckley, Paul Mescal, Emily Watson, Joe Alwyn, Jacobi Jupe, Olivia Lynes, Bodhi Rae Breathnach

Director: Chloé Zhao

Synopsis: A fictional account of the tragic circumstances which led William Shakespeare to write his timeless masterpiece “Hamlet”…

Review: “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” It is one of the most instantly recognisable quotes from among the nearly 40 plays that make up the works of the great William Shakespeare. A line delivered in the third act, when the play’s protagonist is deeply contemplative, pondering whether to end his own life. A line so powerful that it has taken on a life of its own over the centuries since it was first written on parchment. What may have inspired one of the greatest writers in history to craft this line and, indeed, one of his most significant works? Enter Academy Award-winning filmmaker Chloé Zhao with an equally compelling and tragically heart-wrenching interpretation of how one of the greatest writers who ever lived channelled his grief into creating a masterpiece.

After a prologue revealing that the names Hamnet and Hamlet were interchangeable, we meet a young William Shakespeare (Mescal) working as a Latin tutor at a local school, long before he became the renowned playwright history remembers him as. On one fateful day, he catches sight of Agnes (Buckley) practising falconry and quickly falls head over heels in love with her. Despite protests from their respective parents, they wed and swiftly consummate their union, with Agnes first giving birth to a daughter, Susanna, followed by twins Judith and Hamnet. As the children grow up, the bonds within the family strengthen, even as William begins to find success in London and is forced to spend time away from his family, making the moments he shares with his children, particularly Hamnet (remember the name Jacobi Jupe), all the more precious. This makes it all the more harrowing when tragedy strikes.

From a moving (and Oscar-winning) story about a woman who chooses to live as a modern-day nomad to the all-encompassing Marvel Cinematic Universe, to tell the (underappreciated) story of a group of all-powerful, immortal Marvel deities, to Shakespeare, Chloe Zhao’s filmography is undoubtedly eclectic. Yet there is a common theme that beats at the heart of all these films, exploring the humanity and spirit of people who, for one reason or another, find themselves cut adrift and/or isolated from society. Zhao and Maggie O’Farrell’s script (based on O’Farrell’s book of the same name) leans into this and patiently explores the loving and tender romance that develops between Will and Agnes. With one having the gift of the written word and the other a deep connection to the forest, they are isolated from their families, and their relationship feels wholly incompatible. It wouldst appear that opposites doth attracteth, and though their love and the love they have for their children blaze like wildfire, it is severely put to the test in a way that no parents should have to go through.

Grief is a shared experience, something we will all go through at some points in our lives, though it affects us in different ways. Zhao’s masterful and measured direction empowers her actors to deliver performances that are both subtle and profoundly moving. For a film that focuses on the life and one particular work of Shakespeare, he doesn’t have the most substantial amount of screen time. Nevertheless, Mescal delivers another captivating performance, capturing the emotion and humanity of the man and the wordsmith. With her husband out of the picture and away on business for a considerable portion of the film, it falls on Agnes to be the glue that binds the family together. Jessie Buckley is nothing short of sensational here and gives maybe her career-best performance. She captures the fierce maternal instinct of a mother who will stop at nothing to protect those closest to her. Yet, when something as potent as a deadly illness comes, she is completely powerless to stop it from claiming her child’s life. The emotion is raw, guttural, and she will split the audience’s hearts into a thousand pieces.

Such an unfathomable and devastating loss would severely test the most resolute and unbreakable bonds that hold a family together. How would one even begin to comprehend, make sense of their life and purpose, and process their sorrow? Despite her own unbearable pain, Agnes knows she must endure and be strong, if not for her own sake, then for the sake of her other children, even more so with her husband more distant than ever and lost in his own grief. Such grief serves as the inspiration for the creation of his ultimate tragedy, his timeless magnum opus, which forms the basis for the film’s poignant third act as the play is performed for the very first time, with Agnes in the audience.

With Fiona Crombie’s incredible production design to faithfully recreate the Globe Theatre, we see through Agnes’ eyes the anguish of the loss she has felt since his death, being released as fury and confusion as to why this latest play bears her son’s name. Yet, this dissipates when she begins to understand the play’s meaning, allowing for a moment of emotional release felt not just by Agnes, but by the whole crowd in the Elizabethan England theatre and the audience themselves. Max Richter’s emotionally resonant score features Elizabethan instruments to wonderful effect throughout, but it is the use of the composer’s most well-known piece that you will have heard in previous films that will have the tears flowing, unless thou art a robot. It is fitting that in the same way the Bard’s grief inspired him to create a literary masterpiece, the creation of that play has enabled another team of artists centuries later to create a masterpiece of the cinematic variety.

A deeply moving and human portrayal of the universal experience of grief and the everlasting power of art to help us understand and come to terms with our heartache and sorrow. A film destined to be as timeless as the works of the Bard himself.

**© Paramount Pictures, Scott Free Productions and Lucy Fisher/Douglas Wick Production**s

Gladiator II – Film Review

Cast: Paul Mescal, Pedro Pascal, Joseph Quinn, Fred Hechinger, Lior Raz, Derek Jacobi, Connie Nielsen, Denzel Washington, Yuval Gonen, Matt Lucas, Tim McInnerny

Director: Ridley Scott

Synopsis: After his home is invaded and conquered by the Roman army, Lucius Verus is forced to follow in the footsteps of the legendary Maximus and become a gladiator…

Review: “What is your Roman Empire?” is a question you may have noticed has popped up a lot in interviews recently, thanks to a trend on social media in which men are asked how often they think about the Roman Empire. If one were to put this question to Sir Ridley Scott, the answer would probably be a fair bit due to the fact among the legendary director’s distinguished filmography, many could point to 2000’s Gladiator as his magnum opus, and for good reason. The story of a Roman General who is betrayed and sees his family murdered on the orders of a corrupt emperor, then becomes a gladiator to seek vengeance, in this life or the next, has stood the test of time for its epic scope, an incredible array of characters, enthralling action sequences, and one of maestro Hans Zimmer’s greatest scores of all time. After nearly a quarter of a century, the Roman Empire evidently wasn’t far from Scott’s mind because, like a triumphant gladiator, he returns to the Colosseum, in thrilling style.

Sixteen years after the death of Maximus in the arena following a personal bout with his uncle Commodus, Lucius Verus, going by the alias “Hanno”, lives in the Roman province Numida with his wife Arishat, a far cry from his early life by his mother Lucilla’s side in preparation for a very regal future. In the years since, Lucius’s grandfather Marcus Aurelius’s dream that was Rome is a distant memory, with the twin Emperors Geta (Quinn) and Carcella (Hechinger) presiding over corruption and political turmoil. This has left some in the Roman army, such as General Acacius (Pascal) increasingly disillusioned with their rule. When his home is conquered by the Roman army, Lucius follows in the footsteps of Maxiums and becomes a gladiator after being sold into slavery. He soon comes to the attention of former slave Macrinus (Washington) who senses Lucius’s rage and looks to offer him a path to satisfy the rage he has against those who invaded his homeland and murdered his family.

It’s remarkable that even at 86 years old, Ridley Scott shows no signs of slowing down and continues delivering spectacular films, particularly in the swords-and-sandals and historical epic genres, in a way few directors can match. However, creating a sequel to such a beloved and iconic masterpiece is undoubtedly a daunting and risky endeavour for this legendary director. Reteaming with his Napoleon screenwriter, David Scarpa’s screenplay wisely chooses to follow the narrative beats of the original. In this continuation, the protagonist experiences a significant loss, which drives him to channel his grief and intense rage against those responsible for inflicting great pain, for the loss of those he held dear and for those who cost He takes his vengeance to the Great Colosseum of Rome, where he must fight in several bloody battles to the death, while trying to convince anyone who will listen of his grandfather’s dream. However, as Lucius will soon find out, the depravity that went on while his uncle held the throne is nothing compared to what has been allowed to unfold in the nearly two decades since under the reign of the two men who sit on the throne that by all rights, should have been his.

Like a fatal blow in the Colosseum, the film’s powerful central message – that will strike deep and echo in eternity – lies in its damning indictment of modern-day politics. In recent years, the world has seen numerous figures rise to power on the back of populist rhetoric. When these charlatans rise to power, with their unchecked egos demanding loyalty from anyone and everyone while never giving anything in return, they leave considerable damage in their wake and show little to no thought or consideration for the harm they have inflicted with their arrogance and pomposity. It serves as a damning reminder of what can happen when such dangerous and unqualified demagogues are allowed to assume positions of power.

Such political chaos and turmoil allow for some savvy and cunning figures to exploit the corruption to get ahead, and this is where Macrinus thrives. Washington, the legend that he is, is clearly having a ball with this role and he captivates every time he’s on screen, so much so it matters not that he is speaking with his natural accent. Filling Maximum’s armour is a tough ask, but Lucius’s arc makes for a compelling one, and Mescal gives a suitably wounded and gritty performance, his anger and fury with those in power never too far from the surface. Meanwhile, Quinn and Hechinger are suitably deranged and loathsome as the maniacal emperors, channelling Commodus’s wickedness and being accompanied by a pet monkey, as you do.

Some of the action scenes in the original could very easily lay claim to some of the best action of Scott’s long and glittering career as a director. So how does the octogenarian director top what he accomplished 24 years ago, by putting the history book to the sword and refusing to give a damn whether or not the events depicted in the Colosseum have any foundation in historical fact. Battles with manic baboons, and rhinos, and filling the Colosseum with water to recreating a great naval battle. It’s all utterly bonkers and wild, how can you not be entertained and give a thumbs up and watch the carnage and bloody battles unfold on screen in all their bloody glory. Yet, given the film’s exorbitant $250m budget, some of the VFX looks lacklustre and merits a thumbs down. Matching the lofty standards set by the first film was always going to be a tall order, but with Scott committed to delivering swords to the wall action and the political machinations that are all too relevant today, gives this sequel the strength and honour it needs for the audience to say: We who love Gladiator salute you, Sir Ridley.