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Here's Stewart doing Macbeth's "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow" soliloquy, and here's McKellen. I'm sure directors, by definition, had much to do with the different approaches, but look at Stewart's utter despair, and compare it with McKellen's utter *disdain*.

In a better world, we would've had an Star Trek:TNG movie where the Federation finds a wormhole to another galaxy and learns that most civilizations in the universe are cybernetic and either Data- or Borg-like. Then it goes from first contact plot to spy thriller, as reluctant Ambassador Picard and internment camp candidate Data must prevent a Pearl Harbor first strike with a horrifying self-replicating smart antimatter bomb from Section 31, headed by the imperious and brilliant (McKellen character's name).

You know, X-Men with the Federation as mutants.
Macduff: O Banquo, Banquo, // Our royal master's murder'd!

Lady Macbeth: Woe, alas! // What, in our house?

I realize there's quite a bit of anachronistic displacement involved (as usual) but picturing Lady Macbeth's expression as she says What, in our house? always cracks me up. It's also a chilling if very small piece of play-within-the-play (aka, lying) — she's pretending to be incongruently fatuous, so she won't be suspected of being callously ambitious. It's a fine bit of misdirection, and one I fall for, as well; I find it funny at first for exactly the same reasons that her audience is expected to find it inappropriate.

As if men, to borrow a line, had a monopoly on murder.
Rereading Hamlet, as usual. Noticing (again) how well secondary characters and plots are developed even in a quintaessentially/archetypally protagonist-driven play as Hamlet: The way Ophelia ribs her brother, the King's guilt even before the play-within-a-play, Norway's outmanouvering (I think) of the Danes... There's a lot going on in Denmark!

Of things and Kings

I have to give Elementary once again props for rather good technical realism, this time with respect to Anonymous Everyone. Also, my god, the ending. My god.

In other news, I'm rereading Richard III, and I swear King Richard just asked a random page if he knew a guy that'd be willing to murder someone for money. I just. I don't know.

I mean, this is Richard, someone who so far has pretty much kicked ass at procuring (and discarding) human resources as needed, and now the King to boot, suddenly behaving as a 40 years old trying to score weed for the first time. I don't know if it's symbolic or just expedient plot-wise, but it's kind of funny, sad, and raw at the same time, almost like one of the good gore-less bits of a Tarantino movie.

Rereading Hamlet

Cut for rambling observations.Collapse )

Anyway, I'm just jotting down random observations here as I read along (I'm not the first person to do it, and I'm quite certain I won't be the last *g*).

An ass of a man, but a badass of a soldier

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. — Othello.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you stop a brawl with a single sentence.

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