Director Michael Radford’s The Merchant of Venice is a gift. Since the Holocaust, to present this brilliant, challenging Shakespeare play about Jew-hating Christians and hateful Jewish caricatures is to invoke controversy, inviting accusations of aiding and abetting gross anti-Semitism. Just ask the artistic director of your local Shakespeare festival.
But to avoid the play simply because it makes us uncomfortable would be a shame. The Merchant of Venice offers a complex and confounding window not only into our proclivity to mix racism and religion, but also into love and greed, mercy and justice, the contradictions of the human heart. Radford and his cast have created a Merchant for our day, grounded in the sensibilities of Shakespeare’s.
The first image we see, center-screen, is a cross, mounted at the stern of a boat that carries a Jew-hating cleric, haranguing listeners with Old Testament Scriptures calling for death to usurers. In 1594, intolerance of Jews was a fact of life, and money-lending (at interest) violated the “Christian” law. While sophisticated Venetians turned a blind eye, “religious fanatics” used these laws to oppress Jews who, confined to ghettos by night and forbidden property ownership, resorted to money-lending as a means of survival.
One Jew, marked by a red cap as inescapably as his descendants would be by yellow stars, is taunted by a mob and thrown from a bridge. Another, Shylock, calls out to a passerby in what seems a plea for compassion. Antonio turns and spits on him. Clearly this production won’t be soft-pedalling the anti-Semitism of its characters.
We’re five minutes into the film before hearing the first line of Shakespeare’s text. By the time Antonio finally utters the intriguing, portentous, inexplicable (and ultimately unexplained) words, “In sooth I know not why I am so sad,” I couldn’t help but wonder if his sorrow might be that of a soul divided, if his hatred toward Shylock might not have begun to leaven the whole loaf.
The puzzle of Antonio is the play’s great conundrum and challenge. Loathing the gross racism of Saliano and Salarino, we comfort ourselves that we are not like them. But Antonio isn’t like them either. He’s greatly respected for his wealth and success (he is the merchant of the title), but he is also a man of honor and reputation, who would sacrifice himself for a friend—quite literally, should occasion demand. We would say he is a man of integrity, but for the terrible flaw we cannot integrate. Jeremy Irons’ nuanced, insightful and carefully balanced characterization goes further, subtly suggesting that Antonio’s grief may also have roots in a “love that dare not speak its name”: a man of status and conscience, he can give no expression to an affection he feels for Bassanio beyond mere comradeship.
It’s a good thing Irons’ Antonio is so strong, so fascinating: there’s always the risk that Shylock will steal the show, and here Al Pacino offers what may be the performance of a lifetime (with all due respect to Michael Corleone).
For folks whose memories don’t go back enough decades, who think of Al Pacino as a good but limited actor who mostly sticks to a pretty decent Al Pacino imitation—crooks and the occasional cop—this film ought to be a revelation. Pacino reminds us that he is not just good but great, a performer of true genius who can dominate the screen, or an entire film. Forgetting his Looking for Richard, we don’t expect American screen actors to fulfill the demands of Shakespearean text, yet every image and metaphor is alive, every intention both precise and visceral. He is up to every demand of the script: one line he breaks your heart, the next he turns your stomach.
Pacino shapes the role masterfully, completely establishing our empathy for an isolated man of feeling and principle (Antonio’s mirror image) before launching himself headlong into the character’s sickening descent into hatred, avarice and revenge. The actor not only rises to the role’s extremes of villainous melodrama, he fills them, rendering them both theatrical and believable. Libby Appel once said there’s no such thing as over-acting: there’s true acting and there’s false acting, that’s all, however large or small. This acting is true, and you won’t see better.
Joseph Fiennes creates an exceptional Bassanio, a lover both forceful and flawed, heroic but human. Lynn Collins’ Portia is stunning, not only gloriously beautiful but brilliant and self-possessed—ultimately, the play’s driving force. How else is our interest kept once the dueling merchants leave the stage? She has all the appeal of Shrew‘s Kate, without the hard-to-swallow capitulation at the end. The agonizingly protracted trial is as taut, tense and dangerous as any courtroom scene anywhere, and Portia’s centerpiece appeal for mercy stopped me from breathing. As conflicted as we may be about the play’s unnerving—and perhaps unknowing—anti-Semitism, as galled as we may be by its questionable conversions, the core of it all is the core of the gospel, untainted: the exaltation of mercy over justice. This film flinches from neither the shameful nor the transcendent. They coexist in dazzling, confusing juxtaposition, the confounding tensions and contradictions lending the story both its controversy and its artistry.
This Merchant‘s Venice is exotic but real, mired in dirty, bloody specifics that contrast wondrously with its fairy-tale vision of Belmont. There’s dreadful power in setting the “pound of flesh” negotiations at a Jewish meat market: a goat is bled into the canal presaging the bargain’s ultimate resolution, bringing the deeper realization that bloody meat just isn’t kosher. Red wax drains onto the contract like blood to seal the deal.
The film is rich with interconnections and juxtapositions. Jessica’s father gives her keys to lock herself away from her suitors: we cut directly to the keys Portia’s father decreed should divine her true husband. And how about the beautifully foregrounded detail about Jessica’s ring—on whose evidence do we believe that monkey story, after all? I marveled at the way it humanized Shylock all the more, connecting his history with the young lovers’ courtship, finally resonating in those haunting and cryptic closing images.
Critics and audiences will agonize and argue over this potent rendering of a play so problematic to 21st century eyes. Some will question whether the film should have been made. Perhaps the anti-Semitism isn’t simply a character flaw, but a failure of both play and playwright. And it’s not just Jews who will feel shamed, threatened and misunderstood by this story: Christians too may feel like targets, wondering if we really need another movieful of bigoted, self-righteous “true believer” caricatures. The fact is, nobody comes off looking good here: all fall short of the glory of God. Maybe even the Bard himself.
I’m glad to see these battles rejoined, glad these questions will again be talked about, felt about, fought about. The long and terrible history of enmity between Christians and Jews leaves a legacy of guilt and unforgiveness and judgment. Perhaps this time, in at least a few of those arguments, Portia’s plea will win out: our insistence on law and just recompense will give way, and Jesus’ great prayer will at last teach us to render the deeds of mercy.
Talk About It
Discussion starters- Is Shylock, as “a money-loving Jew,” an unacceptable racial stereotype? Or does Shakespeare succeed in subverting the prejudicial view of his day by humanizing the character? “I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?”
- It is said that an unforgiving person damages himself more than the one he will not forgive, and here it seems that Shylock’s bitterness consumes him. Have you ever carried a grudge that ultimately damaged you? How can we get beyond our unforgiveness?
- In Shakespeare plays, the evil in certain characters isn’t psychologized away; it “just is.” This comes out when Shylock addresses the Duke about his insistence on receiving Antonio’s pound of flesh. Is this true to life? Is there always a human, psychological explanation for evil?
- With great respect, Shylock calls the young lawyer at Antonio’s trial (Portia, in disguise) “a Daniel.” What attributes of the biblical prophet is he referring to?
- What is the significance of the final act of the play, once Antonio’s trial has come to an end? Why do Portia and her maidservant carry out the elaborate game with the rings? What central choice does Portia have in the final act, and what does that have to do with the central theme of the play?
- Portia says “We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.” Is she referring to a specific prayer? What does Jesus say about the connection between forgiving and being forgiven?
The Family Corner
For parents to considerThis splendid and thought-provoking film, which should spark spirited classroom discussions everywhere, is placed out of reach for younger viewers by a number of images of bare-breasted prostitutes, whose placement in the film is intended to demonstrate the hypocrisy of the most virulently racist “Christian” characters in the play.
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What Other Critics Are Saying
compiled by Jeffrey Overstreetfrom Film Forum, 01/20/05The new adaptation of William Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice is earning high praise. Director Michael Radford (Il Postino) has a remarkable cast for this story of passion, religious intolerance, deceit, and confusion.
Set in Venice, a devious moneylender named Shylock (Al Pacino) does his business in a rash and dangerous way, drawing the disapproval of others who dislike his vocation. Meanwhile, a Christian merchant named Antonio who is facing some business trouble of his own falls in love with a beautiful woman named Portia, and finds himself in need of cash in order to win her hand. But the deal he strikes will cost him more than peace of mind … it may end up costing a pound of flesh.
Ron Reed (Christianity Today Movies) gives it a four-star rave. “The Merchant of Venice offers a complex and confounding window not only into our proclivity to mix racism and religion, but also into love and greed, mercy and justice, the contradictions of the human heart. I’m glad to see these battles rejoined, glad these questions will again be talked about, felt about, fought about. The long and terrible history of enmity between Christians and Jews leaves a legacy of guilt and unforgiveness and judgment. Perhaps this time, in at least a few of those arguments, Portia’s plea will win out: our insistence on law and just recompense will give way, and Jesus’ great prayer will at last teach us to render the deeds of mercy.”
He raves about Pacino, saying that the veteran actor “reminds us that he is not just good but great, a performer of true genius who can dominate the screen, or an entire film. This acting is true, and you won’t see better.”
from Film Forum, 03/03/05Gene Edward Veith (World) says, “The Merchant of Venice may be Shakespeare’s most explicitly Christian play. But for modern audiences, the play’s portrayal of Jews overwhelms its intended themes. And the movie version now in theaters obscures the Christian themes even more.”
from Film Forum, 03/10/05Josh Hurst (Reveal) raves, “Not only does it succeed as a big-screen adaptation of a great work of literature, but also as a masterfully wrought period piece, a compelling drama, and a vehicle for profound spiritual exploration.”
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