It's probably the fourth time I watch 'Taming of the shrew' as a movie or stage performance. And therefore it should be the fourth time I cannot make myself like this story.
The biggest problem is, I like very much stories about love growing out of testing, probing, mocking, taunting, 'will you still love me and accept me if I do this?' and if yes, there comes happiness - but here, this is not the way of testing I find very attractive. One reason is that creating such problems as in 'Taming' is not the right form of doing that. 'But he does think the world of you in
his own strange way', says the kind-hearted friend. But then you see,
it's scary. Supposing that I am still single when I am 38, will I also
be as desperate for sex to find just any man as to agree to such treatment?
The second reason, the main one is that I personally prefer give-and-take to just give-in. Up until the very end I couldn't find a single thing she would need in him. The submission is only glorious when it's mutual. And showing the worst of you is only justified when you devote yourself to delivering the best.
Oh yes, Henderson and Sewell were absolutely great, and it's rare to see a performance like that, but then, I didn't care for a second whether their characters would be happy or not.
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