Thing with Shakespeare plays is there’s no one alive today who has met anyone who was alive to see a play at The Globe. The scripts we have are just people’s lines and the bare minimum stage direction. There’s a lot of information missing, and you can interpret it in many ways.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone interpret Hamlet’s To Be Or Not To Be speech as a mentally disturbed 20 year old stomping down a hallway muttering to himself under his breath; it’s always either this huge proclamation or a weirdly wistful thing. And then, immediately after, two interpretations of the Blasting Ophelia section simultaneously: with and without Hamlet noticing the king and company watching.
Thing with Shakespeare plays is there’s no one alive today who has met anyone who was alive to see a play at The Globe. The scripts we have are just people’s lines and the bare minimum stage direction. There’s a lot of information missing, and you can interpret it in many ways.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone interpret Hamlet’s To Be Or Not To Be speech as a mentally disturbed 20 year old stomping down a hallway muttering to himself under his breath; it’s always either this huge proclamation or a weirdly wistful thing. And then, immediately after, two interpretations of the Blasting Ophelia section simultaneously: with and without Hamlet noticing the king and company watching.