There is barely any information available about the film
"Richard Burton's Hamlet" — many prominent reviewers such
as Roger Ebert, Leonard Maltin, and Keal do not mention anything
about it in their 1964 reviews. The only information that I
could find about the film came from the two biographies that I
got hold of on Richard Burton. What I understand is that the
production of Hamlet, which was the longest in Broadway history,
was directed by John Gielgud and
perhaps filmed during the actual play. I also understand that
Burton didn't like it.
Burton did the play Hamlet before in the Old Vic in
1953 (a year after that Kozintsev
premiered his Hamlet in the Soviet Union, and also made
the famous film
in 1964).
With John Gielgud in New York.
Richard's brother Graham Jenkins wrote of Hamlet in 1964
in the biography Richard Burton, My Brother:
. . . But Gielgud himself did
not seem to anticipate any difficulty — even though Rich's
earlier version of Hamlet had wounded his poetical sensitivity.
He told Cohen he had a notion to stage Hamlet in modern dress.
Would Rich go along with that? Since my brother's concept of
heaven was never again to be asked to put on costume, his
acceptance was immediate. The show was on the road.
And what a show! Even before
casting, media interest was vigorous, bordering on the frantic.
.
. . There was a feeling among the critics that director and star
were somehow at odds with each other, the Burton energy and
passion trying to escape from the restraints of Gielgud's
agonizing, introspective version of Hamlet — and not quite
making it. There is no doubt they trouble in agreeing an
interpretation of Hamlet. Though he took guidance from the
director when it suited him, Rich was determined to go his own
way. Sadly it was in a direction where Gielgud was unable to
help him. The result was an undisciplined Hamlet, who, at times,
had the rest of the cast running round in circles.
The other curiosity of the production was the use of modern
dress. It was an interesting if not entirely original idea to
give the play a contemporary feel but Gielgud decided he could
best do this by having his actors appear in rehearsal clothes.
He told everyone to go out shopping for the sort of casual
clothes they would wear for a cold day in Toronto or New York.
Naturally, when they reappeared they looked ready not so much
for rehearsal (a comfortable, rather shabby look) as for a smart
weekend in the country. A fancy dress weekend, perhaps, what
with those swords and scabbards and long flowing capes.
The audience was not quite sure how to take it and those who
were unfamiliar with Hamlet were thoroughly confused
when actors doubled on some parts. But then, as David Dillon
Evans who played Osric and Reynaldo was heard to point out,
Gielgud
assumed that everybody knew Hamlet, line by line.
Hollis Alpert wrote:
. . . On a
cold day, gray day in late August, when Richard and John Gielgud
were between takes, Gielgud asked Richard if he planned to do
anything for the Shakespeare Quattrocentennial in 1964. Casually
Richard said: "I'll do Hamlet if you'll direct it."
"Where?" Gielgud asked.
"New York."
"Very well," Gielgud said. "Who
shall produce?"
"Alexander Cohen," Richard said.
"Good." Said Gielgud.
. . . Once an agreement was
reached, discussions went on between Richard and Gielgud about
the form the play would take. Both preferred not doing a
traditional mounting. Richard did not want to play Hamlet in
doublet and hose. Gielgud suggested performing the play as
though it was a final run-through, out of costume, before the
opening night. Actors could wear whatever rehearsal clothes they
felt comfortable in. Richard made no objection; his concern was
making the play as immediately understandable as possible.
Wikipedia writes:
Richard Burton’s Hamlet is a
1964 filmed record of the
Broadway production of
William Shakespeare's
tragedy that played from April 9 through August 8 of that
year at the
Lunt-Fontanne Theatre. It is a literal filmed record of the
stage production in which three performances were recorded by
cameras from June 30 through July 1[1]
using a process called Electronovision
[2] and then edited into a
single film.
The first and most important thing to be said
about the Hamlet that opened last night at the Lunt-Fontanne
Theater is that it is Shakespeare, not a self-indulgent holiday
for a star.
Richard Burton dominates the drama, as Hamlet
should. For his is a performance of electrical power and
sweeping virility. But it does not burst the bounds of the
framework set for it by John Gielgud's staging. It is not so
much larger than life that it overwhelms the rest of the
company. Nor does it demand attention so fiercely for itself
that the shape and poetry of the play are lost to the audience.
Mr. Gielgud has pitched the performance to
match Mr. Burton's range and intensity. The company for the most
part has been well-chosen, though it is not and cannot be
expected everywhere to approach the crispness of the Hamlet's
attack, the scope of his voice, the peaks of his fury and
remorse.
Mr. Gielgud's own Hamlet years ago was much
different-more sinuous and refined. It is his merit that he has
found a new way to look at the play to be in keeping with Mr.
Burton's style and view of the role. This is no melancholy
Hamlet, no psychoanalytical or Oedipal Hamlet, no effete or
lack-luster Hamlet.
It is designed to look like a final
runthrough. The stage is bare, its brick walls and columns
visible. A platform and a series of steps plus a few bits of
furniture provide the setting. A clothes rack holding
costumes-for some other Hamlet, no doubt-is at the side and
becomes the curtain behind which Polonius and the king hide and
later the arras through which Polonius is gored.
The actors are in working clothes. Hamlet
wears a black V-necked shirt and black trousers. Claudius and
Polonius have on jackets and ties. The other men are in formal
jackets, windbreakers, sweaters, slacks and jeans. Gertrude and
Ophelia are in blouses and long skirts. Only the strolling
players wear costumes when they are enacting the murder of
Gonzago-a recognition that some differentiation in attire is
useful.
Does this liberate the production from the
weight of the customary trappings? If Mr. Burton and his
companions think so, one should not quibble. My preference is
for costumes, for there is a jarring note at the outset as the
majestic Elizabethan language does not consort properly with
rehearsal clothes. But as the performance progresses, one
forgets about dress and moves into Shakespeare's magnificent
imaginative world.
As for the lack of colorful scenery, one does
not cavil. We have grown accustomed in recent years to open
stages with little or no painted canvas, and the absence of the
trumpery and machinery of lavish productions need not be
mourned.
For it is liberating to the audience's
imagination as well as the actor's to do without the gaudy
stuff-at least when you have a play of the magnitude of Hamlet.
But it must be added that an uncluttered proscenium stage is not
nearly the same thing as an open stage that becomes one with the
audience.
It is clear early on that Mr. Burton means to
play Hamlet with all the stops out-when the power is wanted. He
is aware of the risk of seeming to rant. For it is he who warns
that the players must not tear a passion to tatters. But he is
unafraid-and he is right.
I do not recall a Hamlet of such tempestuous
manliness. In the first two soliloquies Mr. Burton does not
hesitate to cry out as if his very soul were in torment, and the
thunderous, wrenching climaxes do not ring false. But he reads
the "To be or not to be" soliloquy with subdued anguish, like a
man communing painfully with himself. Then in the scene that
follows with Ophelia, he begins by being ineffably tender, but
when he rails at her to get to a nunnery, his rage bespeaks his
hatred for himself as well as for a base world.
Mr. Burton's Hamlet is full of pride and wit
and mettle. He is warm and forthright with Horatio. As he
listens to Polonius's windy craftiness, a look of shrewd
contempt hoods his eye. He trades quips with the First
Gravedigger with gusto.
Mr. Burton's voice is not mellifluous like
those of a few highly cultivated classic actors. It has a hearty
ring and a rough edge, attributes that suit his interpretation.
He does not, however, scant the poetry. He has a fine sense of
rhythm. It is very much his own, with a flair for accenting
words and phrases in unexpected ways. But the result, while
personal, does no violence to sound or sense.
One has reservations about details. Hamlet
prowls too restlessly during the performance of the players. His
grabbing of the goblet from Claudius's hand is an effect that
disturbs one's eagerness to believe. His standing with sword
raised high only inches from the praying Claudius is another
liberty that strikes at credibility.
Worthy of being on the stage with this Hamlet
is Hume Cronyn's superbly managed and richly fatuous Polonius.
Alfred Drake is a little too bland as Claudius, but achieves
intensity in the prayer scene. Eileen Herlie is a persuasive
Gertrude, especially affecting in the closet scene. George Rose
lights up the stage in his brief turn as the First Gravedigger.
George Voskovec as the Player King, Clement
Fowler as Rosencrantz, William Redfield as Guildenstern, John
Cullum as Laertes, Robert Milli as Horatio, and the dark,
sepulchral voice of Mr. Gielgud as the Ghost contribute
impressively. Linda Marsh is a little over her head as Ophelia,
but manages the Mad Scene with a touch of rue.
As one sits through a long evening that seems
all too short, one is humbled afresh by the surge of
Shakespeare's poetry, by his tenderness and by his disillusioned
awareness of man and his ways. It is the grandeur of Hamlet, not
of an actor or director, that prevails.
Actor William Redfield,
who appeared as Guildernstern in the John Gielgud-directed
stage version of Richard BurtonHamlet
(1964/I), published a memoir of the event, "Notes of an
Actor", in 1967. He wrote that Gielgud had an encyclopedia
knowledge of the play and could play any and all parts of it
from memory for his cast as he directed the production, but
he lacked the overall vision to bring the production
together.
Richard Burton's
adoptive father, Philip Burton,
had to intervene and help his son with his interpretation of
the melancholy Dane, as well as help other cast members who
were confused by director John Gielgud's
direction (or lack of it). Philip had been estranged from
Richard since the younger Burton left his wife and two
daughters to hook up with Elizabeth Taylor
on the set of 'Cleopatra (1963)_. Though the two hadn't
spoken since the breakup of Richard's marriage, Taylor
called Philip and told him that Richard was struggling under
Gielgud's direction. Four years earlier, Philip had stepped
in to help director Moss Hart
with the direction of the 1960 Broadway musical "Camelot"
after Hart had had a heart-attack. Father and son were
reconciled, and under Philip's tutelage, Richard Burton
ultimately presented a Hamlet that was more of the old
Jacobian "Revenger" type (known colloquially as "Belleforest"
after an adulterated version of the play dating from the
18th Century) that was the antithesis of the Gielgud-Laurence
Olivier German Romantic
conception of Hamlet that had dominated the English-speaking
stage in the 20th century. (In addition to fusing Freud with
the Bard, Olivier did add Revenger flourishes to his Hamlet,
though, by making the character somewhat of a swashbuckler.
However, Belleforest-style Hamlets, such as the one
presented by Albert Finney
at the National Theatre in 1975, were considered
"old-fashioned" as they underplayed the psychology so dear
to 20th Century audiences and were typically panned by
critics.) Prior to his step-father's help, Richard Burton
had found himself unable to convincingly play a Romantic
Hamlet under Gielgud's direction. Ironically, as the long
run of his Broadway Hamlet went on, a bored Burton would
vary his Hamlet night by night according to how he felt.
According to his own memoirs, Richard Burton might one night
present the prince as a homosexual, while another night add
German words to the text in order to see if anyone noticed.
Some theatrical mavens who had returned to the theater to
see the fiery Hamlet of the opening days of the production
criticized Burton for his lack of discipline.
The film was
scheduled to be shown in cinemas for a week and then all
copies were to be destroyed. A single print was found in
Richard Burton's
garage after his death, which his widow allowed to be
distributed as a DVD.