Every movie we see this year #1: Caesar Must Die
When the film opens three actors are onstage doing the penultimate scene from Julius Caesar. There is a rawness to the performances, and none of the studied theatricality we tend to expect from productions of Shakespeare. The play ends, the audience members rise to their feet, the actors shout with relief and joy and embrace each other. Then they clear the stage, and guards lead the actors back to their prison cells and lock them in. We are in the high-security wing of Rebibbia Prison in Rome, and the prisoners have just put on Julius Caesar.
The filmmakers Paolo and Vittorio Taviani follow the production from auditions to readings, rehearsals and opening night. Technically Caesar Must Die is a documentary, but it’s also a very intense drama set in the intersections between art and real life. The actors—mobsters, murderers, drug traffickers—don’t need the Method to bring Shakespeare’s drama of ambition, betrayal and violence to life; it is their life. Cannily the stage director urges them to speak in their own dialects: Shakespeare was English, but Julius Caesar is their hometown play.
Caesar is played by Giovanni Arcuri, a large, lordly man of influence in the prison community. When Salvatore Striano (a former inmate who had become a professional actor upon his release, and returned to Rebibbia for this movie—yes, it’s cheating, but it’s an excellent choice) as Brutus stops to note that his best friend had said almost the same lines to him before he was betrayed, we leave the world of art theory. Art is life, and freedom, and power. Caesar Must Die is the exercise of that power.