th1.jpgIs it too late for Shakespeare? I don’t mean the powerful texts themselves, the probing psychological depths, and brilliant literary analysis of what it is to be human—you know, the stuff that William Shakespeare, hard-working playwright, bequeathed to everyone who loves the English language.

No. What I’m asking is, is it too late for young, Selfie Generation audiences to actually sit through a performance of a Shakespeare play? Have they the attention span? Are they capable of submitting themselves to un-ironic moments of joy, sorrow, terror? Do they even know what the words (or scenarios) mean?

Since I’m asking, I’ll answer: not “no they don’t,” but “hell no they don’t!”

Given what I’ve seen lately in a certain redwood glen very very close to where I’m seated right now, not even the most tip-top production, laden with an all-Equity all-star line-up of actors with resounding vocal abilities and sure-footed direction could survive the general, all’round idiocy of this, or perhaps, any audience outside a major (MAJOR) metropolitan region.

I have alas, way too much personal teaching experience of how few people in the 20something age group can read. This is not the Age of Literacy, this is the Age of Imagery. Digital imagery. Borrowed imagery. But there’s a trade-off for growing up in a visually glutted world. If you grew up with computers, CGI, and the smart phone, chances are you also grew up with a stunted imagination.

At the risk of sounding like a baby boomer, I suggest that if you grew up reading books, you, the reader, supplied the images for fictional people, places, and things out of your own imagination. You were not handed the correct (generic)  visual image of what a character should look like. You conjured up your own, much as Shakespeare’s Macbeth conjures up the image of Banquo’s ghost from his fevered and guilt-wracked imagination. (Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings has a lot to answer for!)
But back to live theater for a minute. Audiences who can only laugh at moments of dramatic tension, are audiences incapable of surrendering to their own emotions. I’ll go further. I’m not even convinced that most Selfie Gens are capable of reaching those emotions. They have been postmodernized out of feeling anything deeply. Instead, ironic giggling is their best shot, i.e. default response.

And if the tragic, the horrifying, the ghastly is not presented to their eyes in CGI, 3D, and gazillion-pixel HD, they simply can’t concentrate on it, they just don’t get it, much less accept the tragedy, horror, ghastliness of it.

Hooting when two actors kiss onstage, howling when a moment of witchcraft is being depicted, laughing maniacally at the sight of a man on the verge of mental collapse—these are only a few examples of a cultural environment in which ISIS recruiters will continue to do a brisk business.

I maintain my right to be “so yesterday” as to actually re-read the play before I sit down expecting to feast on Shakespeare. I fear that most play-goers under the age of oh say 40, wouldn’t even be able to understand the English they were reading. Much easier to Google a summary on Wikipedia, no?

[PS: If you haven’t yet seen “The Liar,” produced and running through the end of the month by Santa Cruz Shakespeare, then read my review, and then run out and score tickets!!]