Guys. Guys, guys, guys…
I can’t be silly today. I have just gotten home from seeing Hamlet through National Theater Live, aka Benedict Cumberbatch is Hamlet. How can one be silly after sitting through three hours of such intensity?
Plus, I think I’m getting Stratford flashbacks. All I can do is compare the two. What I liked about one and thought was better about the other. The direction decisions that I understood and those that felt really weird. Which characters really stood out and which faded.
You know, it’s really amazing how a single play can be so many different things. The same lines can mean so many different things. There can be laughter in one and tears in another, or both. Hamlet himself is always a new man, and his relationships with others are constantly changing. Does he still love Ophelia, or was it a passing thing? Is he mad or truly playing?
Tomorrow, we’ll get into our deeper analysis of this production of Hamlet, as well as how we feel it compares to the version we saw almost two months ago (what? Two months?! <–HA! A Hamlet joke!). For those who simply must know if we liked it…
Yes. Yes, we did. And so did Yorick, our little plastic Halloween skull that accompanied us to the theater. It is well worth the price of admission. I only wish I could have been there in person, because I’m sure some of the feeling was lost in viewing the performance on a screen as opposed to in the theater. And, oh fangirls, yes…Cumberbatch was awesome. But what else did you expect?
Anyway…tune in tomorrow for our analysis. It’ll be worth it.
Sorry for no silliness.