I did Emilia Galotti for A level at school.
I have recently re-read it.
This is absolutely awful. I've managed 17 minutes of it and it is PAINFUL.
The artist, Conti, sounds bored out of his mind. The words he is speaks are supposed to bubble out of him. He is ENTHUSIASTIC about his art and the portrait he has painted. Instead, he sounds close to suicide.
And what is with the lying and writhing in the ground with the Prince? And why on earth do we have to see his naked backside in the first five minutes? Lessing would be spinning in his grave.
I could weep. They have murdered the play. But this is typical of German-speaking theatre directors today. This is why, although I actually studied German at university, although one of my specialist subjects was The History of the German Theatre, I simply cannot go to German theatres.
Poor, poor Lessing.
I have recently re-read it.
This is absolutely awful. I've managed 17 minutes of it and it is PAINFUL.
The artist, Conti, sounds bored out of his mind. The words he is speaks are supposed to bubble out of him. He is ENTHUSIASTIC about his art and the portrait he has painted. Instead, he sounds close to suicide.
And what is with the lying and writhing in the ground with the Prince? And why on earth do we have to see his naked backside in the first five minutes? Lessing would be spinning in his grave.
I could weep. They have murdered the play. But this is typical of German-speaking theatre directors today. This is why, although I actually studied German at university, although one of my specialist subjects was The History of the German Theatre, I simply cannot go to German theatres.
Poor, poor Lessing.