The Seven Ages 1905

the seven ages

This is a great silent film from Edwin S. Porter that brings to life Shakespeare’s “Seven Ages of Man” monologue from his play “As You Like It”. The idea is a simple one, showing a couple and their relationship in “Seven Ages” of their lives. His is quite a simple feature, but it is good-natured enough to be worth seeing, and perhaps even to allow you to share a little bit in the feelings of the characters. Its one strength lies in presenting its main characters in a simple, unaffected light, and thus presenting them as a positive and useful example.The movie has an esoteric final with a lonely lady petting her cat (which just disappeared from the “Second childhood”) with a wistful smile without a hint of bitterness. The death ? Who knows …

Director: Edwin S. Porter

 

 

The Seven Ages of Man (“All the world’s a stage”)
William Shakespeare

[JACQUES]
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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Author: Old Boy

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