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Given that Ralph Fiennes was one of the first actors that I followed religiously, and that I am fiercely loyal to him, as well as madly passionate about his work, I want to do his film Coriolanus full justice, as I did for Benedict's yesterday.
So my review of Coriolanus will be up on the blog at some point tomorrow. In the meantime, I give you a key speech from Coriolanus, Act III Scene III:
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
Making not reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes, deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians