I'd previously tried to sit through Glenda Jackson's live (filmed) performance of Hedda Gabler, and I detested it so much, I couldn't bear to finish it. Why did I even bother, when an infinitely better version starring Ingrid Bergman was available? This lived television play is very well done, and Ingrid gives a great performance in what could be seen as her audition for The Visit.
For those who don't know the story, Hedda Gabler is a Henrik Ibsen play about a self-centered, cruel woman who manipulates others to get her way. Because Ingrid is so pretty, the audience understands why people around her initially trust her and let their guards down. I don't mean to insult Glenda, but some roles just have physical requirements in order to be believable. Men flock to Ingrid, and she's bitter that she settled for less than she thought she deserved. Michael Redgrave plays her husband, a weak, soft, oblivious man who sparks nothing in Ingrid. Ralph Richardson is Ingrid's friend; he admires her cunning and awaits his turn to beat her at her own game. Trevor Howard gets the rare opportunity to play a love interest; he and Ingrid had an affair before she was married, and now she still wants to feel him under her thumb.
Those who like Ingrid in The Visit and Saratoga Trunk will appreciate her hard edge in this role. She doesn't usually play the villain. Gaslight, Joan of Arc, and Casablanca pretty much nailed her coffin of vulnerable roles, but when she does let loose with her strength, it's a real pleasure to watch. I can't imagine appreciating any other version of this wordy play, and really, I can't believe I even tried with Glenda Jackson.
For those who don't know the story, Hedda Gabler is a Henrik Ibsen play about a self-centered, cruel woman who manipulates others to get her way. Because Ingrid is so pretty, the audience understands why people around her initially trust her and let their guards down. I don't mean to insult Glenda, but some roles just have physical requirements in order to be believable. Men flock to Ingrid, and she's bitter that she settled for less than she thought she deserved. Michael Redgrave plays her husband, a weak, soft, oblivious man who sparks nothing in Ingrid. Ralph Richardson is Ingrid's friend; he admires her cunning and awaits his turn to beat her at her own game. Trevor Howard gets the rare opportunity to play a love interest; he and Ingrid had an affair before she was married, and now she still wants to feel him under her thumb.
Those who like Ingrid in The Visit and Saratoga Trunk will appreciate her hard edge in this role. She doesn't usually play the villain. Gaslight, Joan of Arc, and Casablanca pretty much nailed her coffin of vulnerable roles, but when she does let loose with her strength, it's a real pleasure to watch. I can't imagine appreciating any other version of this wordy play, and really, I can't believe I even tried with Glenda Jackson.