David Copperfield
Words by Ian McKellen
I can't quite believe I did this job. After my first two
experiences in David Copperfield on stage and television, I've had
no ambitions for a revisit. The stage
adaptation in Ipswich was doomed by being only two hours long. When Trevor Nunn
resoundingly staged Nicholas Nickleby for the Royal Shakespeare
Company in 1979, he took eight hours to get through the twists and turns
of the novel. Shorter versions, like ours in repertory at Ipswich
Arts Theatre in 1962, sketch in the line of David's progress and the
famous characters take over the play. Micawber, Betsey Trotwood, the
Peggoty's and dull old Barkis and Tommy Traddles and Steerforth and
David's victim of a mother, they sweep the actor playing the hero of his
own life into the wings, whence he emerges - at least I had to - for a bit
of narration setting up the next turn.
Television could take its time in the 1960s. Every Sunday
evening there was a classic tale being retold in half-hour episodes (no
commercials). Our David Copperfield took 13 weeks and as the
grown-up David I was in eight of the episodes. The boy had a chance to
grow into the man and the man into a compassionate loving humanitarian. I
was new to television and got absorbed in the technicalities of it all: characterisation was forced, I expect, and I'm very glad the original
videotape has been destroyed.
In the latest four-hour BBC version, Ciarán McMenamin is
exemplary as David and holds his own with Dame Maggie, Bob Hoskins and the
other heavyweights. I'm sorry not to have acted with him. Mr Creakle's lot
is a class of eager semi-pro 10-year-olds including David Radcliffe (Harry
Potter) as the young David Copperfield. I doubt the casting of a gay
man even into that pretended situation would appeal to those in the UK
parliament who are currently opposing repeal of Section 28. That bans
sensible and sensitive discussion about homosexuality in schools. Amongst
other petty injustices, it makes a criminal of a teacher who tells her
students that she is gay.
When you play a bully, as an actor, or in real life like
the homophobes, you feed off your own insecurities. So as Creakle I
exaggerated the meanness of spirit I feel when I'm jealous or envious or
am unhappy and painted it on my expression. I like a bit of disguise. My
stepmother, sitting next to me for the first broadcast in UK on Christmas
Day 1999, didn't recognise me as the teacher from hell.
We shot my scenes six months before, on a Sunday, near
Liverpool. I was about to go to Toronto for X-MEN. If I hadn't had a character and an appearance all ready to roll, I
couldn't have enjoyed it so much. The night before, there was supper with
the director Simon Curtis, Ciarán, Bob, and Karl Johnson, who next day
was perfect as Creakle's peg-leg assistant and echo. And the boys were fun
and cheeky and more attentive than could have been expected through the
long summer's day. Young Steerforth was played by Charles Dickens'
direct descendant, Harry Lloyd. Creakle and I were especially
respectful. —
Ian McKellen, February 2000
Photos of Ian
McKellen as David Copperfield (1962)
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