I’ll admit it. I’m irrational when it comes to Julie Taymor. Between turning The Lion King into a show that’s so hair-on-the-back-of-your-arms awesome that now it’s a cliche to even talk about how good it is, and Titus (which I did not spend all spring break my sophomore year in college watching repeatedly, including the double-disc bonus features showing the rehearsal process) she’s sort of up there in my list of People Who Are Rad. And Helen Mirren? I mean, who doesn’t heart Helen Mirren??
The problem is that I’ve never been a huge fan of The Tempest. I know, as a true blue Shakespeare fanatic since I was knee high to a grasshopper that’s basically like saying “I hate puppies” or something. It’s just never been my cup of tea. Some people probably don’t like the way puppies are cute and fuzzy, I don’t like Tempest. Deal with it.
Basically, I’m torn. A director whose sauce is clearly awesome, combined with a bathing beauty who can rock Big Willy’s socks off. Versus, well, Tempest.
I’ll still go, don’t get me wrong. I will be a fankid there on opening night. But whether or not I’m get-dressed-in-costume, count-down-to-the-day excited… haven’t decided yet.