Not the Fishburne one, which I haven’t seen, but the Sir Lawrence Olivier one, with Derek Jacobi. I’ve been listening to it over my shoulder all morning.

I have as part of my regular desk reference a decent Shakespeare, everyne should. So much of our language and idiom is due to it, after all. It is, for me, like nails on a chalkboard for reading. I just can’t do it. but to see it? to hear it done, and done well? oh, my god. I could do that forever.

Of course, R&J has been way overdone, so that gets on my nerves, but The Merchant of Venice? Brilliant. The Taming of the Shrew? both the Richard Burton verson and the John Cleese version make me glad to be alive. Others, like The Tempest- well, if Shakespeare had had robots, he’d have written it like Forbidden Planet. Titus, with Anthony Hopkins, is wonderful to listen to, not so much to watch.

And Othello, with Olivier’s beautiful voice and acting chops, and a very young Maggie Smith… What a way to start a lazy midwinter’s saturday.