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Sir Laurence Oivier's Shakespeare : the Tragedies.

DVD - 2014 DVD 822.33 Si 1 On Shelf No requests on this item Community Rating: 4 out of 5

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On Shelf At: Downtown Library

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King lear: Laurence Olivier, Colin Blakely, Anna Calder-Marshall, Jeremy Kemp, Robert Lang, Robert Lindsay, Leo McKern, David Threlfall, Dorothy Tutin, John Hurt, Diana Rigg.
Othello: Laurence Olivier, Maggie Smith, Joyce Redman, Frank Finlay, Derek Jacobi, Robert Lang, Kenneth Mackintosh, Anthony Nicholls, Sheila Reid.
Othello: Shaespeare's tragic story of how a great man's vanity is manipulated by a jealous aide to bring about his downfall.
King lear: Lear is an aging king who wanted to retire by abdicating to his three daughters. However, in an act of petty ego stroking, he asks them who among them loves him most. While two daughters eagerly today to him, his one loving daughter, cordelia, refuses to play along with this foolish charade. In a rage, lear exiles her along with his one loyal aid who dares to stick up for her.
DVD, region 1, ntsc, anamorphic widescreen (16:9) presentation, Dolby Digital 2.0.

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Laurence Olivier in blackface submitted by willow on July 31, 2015, 3:25pm Laurence Olivier applied dark makeup, spoke with a deep voice in an "exotic" accent, and walked in a distinctive manner to depict Othello, the Moor of Venice.

Bosley Crowther, in a New York Times film review (1966) noted that, "What's more, he caps his shiny blackface with a wig of kinky black hair and he has the insides of his lips smeared and thickened with a startling raspberry red. Several times, in his rages or reflections, he rolls his eyes up into his head so that the whites gleam like small milk agates out of the inky face.

"The consequence is that he hits one—the sensitive American, anyhow — with the by-now outrageous impression of a theatrical Negro stereotype. He does not look like a Negro (if that's what he's aiming to make the Moor)—not even a West Indian chieftain, which some of the London critics likened him to. He looks like a Rastus or an end man in an American minstrel show. You almost wait for him to whip a banjo out from his flowing, white garments or start banging a tambourine."