Monday, October 20, 2008

If Silence be the Food of Love . . .

Twelfth Night. Dir. Charles Kent. Perf. Florence Turner, Charles Kent, Julia Swayne Gordon, and Tefft Johnson. Vitagraph Company of America. 1910. Silent Shakespeare. DVD. Image Entertainment, 2000.
Silence, as we all know too well, is the perfectest herald of joy (at least according to Claudio in Act II, scene i of Much Ado About Nothing). So I thought that the week of silents at Bardfilm could continue—at least for the present. Besides, we haven't yet gotten to some of the lengthier comedies!

For example, here's a version of Twelfth Night. At five minutes and twenty-five seconds, it's shorter than the original, which runs about a minute per night of the play (i.e., twelve minutes), but it contains all the essentials, including a shipwreck (note the lovely wrecked ship in the background when Sebastian is saved), a falsified letter to Marvolio, and marriages for (almost) everybody!

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