Othello

Laurence Olivier takes his turn as the eponymous Moor, although delivering a conflicted performance, at times Shakespearean and proper, and at others Al Jolson-like in his blackface smiling and "Tropic Thunder" makeup. I now know why Iago's wife should be hot (which I didn't get when I saw Orson Welles's version): in the first act Iago mentions how others talk about Othello sleeping with his wife. If Othello is to be any kind of credible wooer, he should not settle for second best.