Spooky and I watched Julie Taymor's The Tempest. A pox on the critics who panned this film! It's truly one of the most beautiful film versions I have ever scene of a Shakespearian play. Helen Mirren is a miracle to behold as Prospera, truly, truly, truly. And I have never seen a better Ariel than Ben Whishaw's. Never. Then again, never have I seen cosmicism in Shakespeare! But here it is. The music, the songs, are handled with great care and skill, and Beth Gibbons' closing vocals over the end credits were...I feel I'm doing the film a disservice by heaping all this hyperbole upon it. Okay. How's this. Djimon Hounsou's Caliban is, in fact, excellently played, but...I have the same reservations I have with almost all Calibans: he simply was not monstrous enough. All my life, I've wanted to play Prospero or Caliban. Now, I'm imagining Sycorax's daughter. There could be a whole new play in a forgotten daughter, could there not? Or a novel?
And now, back to Bag End, as Gandalf tells Frodo the truth about the Ring...