Orson Welles had a fondness for this play – he tried to make a film version of it during the late 60s – but he’s dreadful as Shylock here. It’s a run of the mill production as it is, but Welles drags out his lines far slower than any other members of the cast (listen to me act!! Act, do you hear?!!!), and it doesn’t have any life or zing. Some of the other acting is fairly ordinary, too.