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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-11-03 08:54 pm
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"He Woke Up, and the Room Was Bare..."
We saw the rest of Hamlet! It's--well. They sent us the wrong version, by mistake, which is why it seemed exactly like the version Miss Zara had already seen. Because it, you know, was.
But. All that aside.
Ohhhh, Horatio. He was perfect. He looked so tired and harassed all the time, and was always doing everything; and he was always there at everyone's side, Gertrude's, Ophelia's, Hamlet's--always bowed for the royalty, without taking his eyes off whomever was mad at the time. He also--I'm not sure if this makes him perfect to anyone but me <3--looked just almost exactly like Fred Astaire. He kept doing lots of little mannerisms that are utterly Fred Astaire's, too--the way he folded his arms, the way he shook his head, the way he wrinkled his forehead--really.
Hamlet touched him far more than was necessary. Also he wore a green sweater-vest. I've never seen anyone look so adorably worried to death in a green sweater-vest before. Keeee. And he--oh, I don't know. Perfect Horatio.
Hamlet, on the other hand, looked like a dork in fencing gloves. And ohhhh, he cheated that second touch on Laertes. One does not do that in fencing. It does, technically, count for a point, but it was still cheating to a degree; and Laertes should have lost the point through disqualification, for turning his back, not through getting struck. The only way someone is supposed to get a point on one's back is by flicking.
...Er.
Also as Hamlet was dying he kept falling and clinging to Horatio, over and over--he'd get up, and then his knees would give again, and Horatio would catch him--
(during heart's core, Hamlet touched his cheek and leaned forward half, as though he were going to kiss him)
Oh, I started crying when Polonius was killed. I don't mind blood, I don't mind wounds, I want to be a doctor, but oh. I hate it when things are killed, and I hate it when things are killed like that. And he was bleeding all over the floor, and it was pooling, and Gertrude tried to wash it up, and it was all over her hands--and then Hamlet, all over his shirt and his hands and a bit on his face by his mouth; and he spread it on Claudius by kissing him, and--oh. I-- oh. Oh.
Poor Laertes.
...Oh, and Fortinbras was neeeeeat. Also he presumably had a no-smoking policy in his army. ^____~ Because he made his captain put out his cigarette. Hee. And he has a wonderful beard, and such a taken-charge manner when he came in at the end.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern looked positively backwards; but Guildenstern was angry when Hamlet was being mad after the play, and he was angry. And when Hamlet insisted he play the pipe. I don't remember when it was I saw Guildenstern almost cry when Hamlet did that...
Oh. It was good. It really was.
And Horatio...!
But. All that aside.
Ohhhh, Horatio. He was perfect. He looked so tired and harassed all the time, and was always doing everything; and he was always there at everyone's side, Gertrude's, Ophelia's, Hamlet's--always bowed for the royalty, without taking his eyes off whomever was mad at the time. He also--I'm not sure if this makes him perfect to anyone but me <3--looked just almost exactly like Fred Astaire. He kept doing lots of little mannerisms that are utterly Fred Astaire's, too--the way he folded his arms, the way he shook his head, the way he wrinkled his forehead--really.
Hamlet touched him far more than was necessary. Also he wore a green sweater-vest. I've never seen anyone look so adorably worried to death in a green sweater-vest before. Keeee. And he--oh, I don't know. Perfect Horatio.
Hamlet, on the other hand, looked like a dork in fencing gloves. And ohhhh, he cheated that second touch on Laertes. One does not do that in fencing. It does, technically, count for a point, but it was still cheating to a degree; and Laertes should have lost the point through disqualification, for turning his back, not through getting struck. The only way someone is supposed to get a point on one's back is by flicking.
...Er.
Also as Hamlet was dying he kept falling and clinging to Horatio, over and over--he'd get up, and then his knees would give again, and Horatio would catch him--
(during heart's core, Hamlet touched his cheek and leaned forward half, as though he were going to kiss him)
Oh, I started crying when Polonius was killed. I don't mind blood, I don't mind wounds, I want to be a doctor, but oh. I hate it when things are killed, and I hate it when things are killed like that. And he was bleeding all over the floor, and it was pooling, and Gertrude tried to wash it up, and it was all over her hands--and then Hamlet, all over his shirt and his hands and a bit on his face by his mouth; and he spread it on Claudius by kissing him, and--oh. I-- oh. Oh.
Poor Laertes.
...Oh, and Fortinbras was neeeeeat. Also he presumably had a no-smoking policy in his army. ^____~ Because he made his captain put out his cigarette. Hee. And he has a wonderful beard, and such a taken-charge manner when he came in at the end.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern looked positively backwards; but Guildenstern was angry when Hamlet was being mad after the play, and he was angry. And when Hamlet insisted he play the pipe. I don't remember when it was I saw Guildenstern almost cry when Hamlet did that...
Oh. It was good. It really was.
And Horatio...!
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If you think Hamlet looks like a dork in fencing gloves, you have got to see the modern!Hamlet starring Ethan Hawke. Hamlet and Laertes are in full fencing outfits and attached to the electronic scoring thingy. And then Laertes pulls out a gun. *facepalm*
Hey, Fortinbras! Yay!
(*pokes* AIM?)
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...Do you mean that? XD Electric fencing looks dorky anyway, but with a gun, and Hamlet? Oh, good Lord. By full fencing outfits you mean lames, too? XD Oh.
^________^!
(Don't poke, milady! I'm coming!)
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Oh yes. It was quite bizarre. And I don't know the proper name for the fencing outfits... those white things? I forget if they have the masks or not. (Oh, and Horatio has a girlfriend in that version. Hee.)
(Yayness!)
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Heee. The silver overjackets are lames, the white cloth jackets are just jackets. The masks are crazy heavy, not that that's relevant. (...OH NOT COOL.)
(^____^)
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...I'M MORE PUT OUT, HOWEVER, BY THE FACT THAT I AM ONLINE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOR-EVER< AND YOU ARE NOT. HELLO.)
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and guildenstern -- squee. *pets the poor dane*
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^__^;;; I felt so bad for him. Guildensterns always are so trapped?
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ugh, yes, i know. ;_; he just wants answers and order and 'good my lord, put your discourse into some frame,' and instead he gets mad riddles and pipes shoved at him and what can he do? and the pipes -- i've never seen anyone pull off the pipes scene exactly how i thought it ought be, but an angry!trapped!couldverywellcry!guildenstern, that's half-way there -- i want to see.
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I don't remember who it was--maybe in the play we saw? When we saw it performed? Maybe. All I remember is him so certainly very well able to cry, because Hamlet kept on pressing and there wasn't any logic to it..!
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-- guildenstern -- ! ;___; i think they're at their most stoppardian in that scene. (if ros is played all wibbly-confused 'my lord, you once did love me?'-like, anyhow. XP)
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It was--yes. --Yes. (Oh! That line. It's perfect for him, but I've yet to have anyone read it properly. Ordinarily they're rather defencive. 'My Lord, you once did love me!')
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...
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Campbell Scott.
Do you know how much that is my favourite version of Hamlet ever ever in the history of ever?
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...Can we still watch it?
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PLEASE.
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Favouritest
Hamlet
Ever
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