Monday, 22 April 2013

Hamlet

To be or not to be, that is the question

BASICs

Maybe I should post fewer films, but anyway.
Welcome to my new presentation.
This time it's not really a movie but a play, a real play with normal actress, but it was filmed on DVD so more people could watch it. What I find a kind of great because it isn't easy for a 15-year-old girl to go to Great Britain for a little holiday.
So, Hamlet. It was written something like 400 hundred years ago by a great, great man called Shakespeare. (And when someone of you do not know who that is than ... well, just don't mention it here, okay? It is possibly that I'll get angry. )
Originally it's is a stageplay. And it's great!

Characters

Hamlet - young Man, becomes crazy after his fathers death (David Tennant)
Ophelia - loves Hamlet, suffers under his madness

Story


Denmark.
The king had died and his brother took his place, married the queen. Hamlet is full of pain and becomes mad. His whole family suffer under this.
After he killed the doctor Polonius (I guess) all collapses.
Enjoy.

Pro and Cons

It is originally a play for a stage and it was written a long, long time ago, so the style is complicated and even I, who had a lot of experience in watching english movies, had difficulties to understand the action.
But, at last, it has an great action. David Tennant is an awesome actor.

Funny and awesome quotes

"To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,"

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