Showing posts with label Hamlet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hamlet. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

“To Not Be, Not To Not Be" (Explained)

So this is how I explained the whole “To Not Be, Not To Not Be” to our Betty on the way back from the first night of Hamlet…

Life or death! That’s what it boils down to. 

Is it better to put up with all the bog-water what people drop on you? Or to take a swing at them even if they end up knocking your block off! So basically “Put up or be shut up!” As dead as a doornail, pushing up the daisies and resting in peace. No, better than resting. Completely free from all the pains you get in life - like when your back gives out if you do any heavy lifting (or like my having to listen to you going on and on about it) 

(Course I didn’t say that bit to her)

Now, there’s something I wouldn’t half wish for! To be dead and having a right good kip! And while kipping having some lovely dreams (Like that one I have about me and the barmaid from the Duke’s Head!) 

(Didn’t say that bit to our Betty either or else there would have been a whole world of pain!) 

Ah! But then that’s the problem ain’t it!  Exactly what do we dream about when we’ve popped our clogs? Makes you stop and think don’t it! And it’s that stopping and thinking what makes living to a ripe old age be such a ripe old pain in the Arras! 

Think about it! Would you put up with all the problems we have in life? Like Old Man Turner always having a go at us for not paying the rent? Or Nelly Punkwit making out she’s so much better than you just cause she’s still got five of her own teeth? (Or the barmaid at the Duke’s Head slapping me every time I so much as say hello!) Or Paying taxes or cow towing to all those toffs swanning up here from the West End? Why put up with all that when one quick slash from a naked blade would set you up with a nice quiet after-life?

Who would bear his fardels (certainly not me in my condition) and live with all that? Except… Except for the fact that if you were to top yourself something even worse might happen to you ‘after’ death! (Yes! Even worse that Nelly Punkwit!) Because let’s face it, when was the last time you had a chat with someone who’d passed over? 
“Oh! Hello our Nan! How are things with you?” 
“Oh, just fine dear! It’s lovely up here. I was only saying to that Angel Gabriel yesterday…”
You see it’s that not knowing that muddies the water. Call me a coward if you like but I say “You know what? I think I’d rather stick with Old Turner and his tongue lashing than meet Old Nick and his pointy pitchfork!” (Because I don’t want that anywhere near my fardels! Thank you very much!)

And so it is that no matter how red you get in the face you’ll always end up a cowardly-custard yellow! And why people heading for Peckham Rye often get lost in Acton! (Or summit like that!)

Daniel Smallpiece, Firkin Bottom Knocker (Retired), London 1601ish

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Monty Python - Hospital For Over Acting

Quote #039

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy"
Hamlet - 'Hamlet', Act I Scene 4

All the World's a MOOC

What's a MOOC?

It's a Massive Online Open Course (no joke) and I have been once more indulging my love of Shakespeare by trying one out with the relatively new FurtureLearn.

The course I'm currently enjoying is called 'Shakespeare's Hamlet' and is run in partnership with the University of Birmingham's Shakespeare Institute at Stratford upon Avon. My review of the first night of Hamlet in an earlier Blog entry was an exercise on the course. Unfortunately there are only two more weeks but you may still be able to join or if they should repeat it I would recommend it to anyone.

If not then there is also another Shakespeare course coming up in March called 'Shakespeare and his World' which is coordinated by the University of Warwick and the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust.

So if you want to learn more about Billy-Boy Bard come and join the party...

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Friday, 24 January 2014

First Night Review of Hamlet

Well, me and the misses went over the river to the Globe last night to see Billy-Boy Bard's latest - Hamlet, Prince of Dagenham (or summit). Now, as Betty will tell you, I'm a big Shakespeare fan (especially his early funny ones) but I’ll admit I had my doubts about going to see this. I'd been hearing rumours all over the shop that it was a remake of that other Hamlet play (not that I'd see it) and very similar to Kyd's "Spanish Tragedy” (not that I've seen that neither). But let me tell you – you can forget all about that other rubbish! This Hamlet was the business! 

There were some lovely scary bits. Right at the start there was all this goings on with a ghost and our Betty nearly had an accident at this other bit when Hamlet kills this old bloke behind a curtain. And as for Hamlet himself, he might start off as a bit of a Moaning-Minnie but once he start's acting as if he's “a few galleons short of an Armada” it gets well good - hats off to Burbage for that as he delivered in buckets as always. He was great at the whole “Will he? Won’t he?” bit about killing his uncle, the King. (Nasty piece of work that uncle - can't remember his name though) Course, if was me and he’d killed my father and married my mother I'd have just said “stuff it” and stabbed him right in the chapels!

All the players were up to scratch last night; all the lads and all the “other lads” (if I have to explain to our Betty once more that the women aren’t women she’ll be going for a swim with Ophelia, I’ll tell you!)  

Now the comedy was a bit thin on the ground. Personally I don’t find grave-diggers that funny – if he’d juggled the skulls or fallen into the grave a couple of times that might have got him a laugh! And I think Billy-Boy missed a trick not using that pair, Rosy-stone and Guild-his-whatsit, a bit more. Maybe like Fallstaff they should get their own play! Maybe a bit of back-story or something telling us what they got up to in England (but what are the chances of that happening).

I will have to admit that the play did get a bit befuddling at times. (I had to explain the whole "To Not Be, To Be Not Be" bit three or four times to our Betty on the way home) Especially confusing was the play going on inside the play (all a bit post-modern for me).


But that final scene was amazing! What with the sword fight and the poison and bodies everywhere! But then I'm a blood-thirsty one me. I just love Theatre-Nasties. Now, I don’t want to spoil the end for you in case you go yourself but basically in this one - no one gets out alive!

Daniel Smallpiece, Firkin Bottom Knocker (retired) 

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Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Questions

Quote #035

"This above all: to thine own self be true"
Polonius - 'Hamlet', Act I, Scene 3


35 - Hamlet

This is by far Billy-Boy Bard's best tragedy and stands out as an example of his genius. I would say it's my favourite play but that is reserved for a comedy so he'll have to be happy with best tragedy. Although some people lump this in with the Problem Plays for some reason!

I should also like to take this opportunity to pay  homage to another great playwright, Tom Stoppard, who's wonderful 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead' masterfully weaves an ingenious parallel comedy into the tale of the Danish prince. If you can I suggest you read the two back to back or at least see the 1990 movie with Messrs Roth and Oldman.

Speaking of films I am ashamed to say that of all the excellent cinema adaptations of Hamlet out there I have only see Mel Gibson's! (I feel dirty just admitting that) I promise to rectify that mistake very soon but am torn between Olivier and Branagh.

And finally - The true moral of the play must be not to over think the issue as the procrastinating-princes' death-debate leads to an unhealthy revenge-ratio of eight for the price of one!

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Orson Welles and Peter O'Toole on Hamlet


Or, as someone else put it, "Citizen Kane and Lawrence of Arabia discuss Hamlet"

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Hamlet Gangnam Style

Someone was bound to do it eventually!

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

To Blog Or Not To Blog?


Apologies for not posting for a while. Normal barmy Bard-loving banality will resume shortly.

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Tuesday, 1 May 2012

The Finest Man That Ever Breathed



MICHAEL: Life is a strumpet stained with wine. "Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages!"
 
DR FASSBENDER: Isn't that Schiller? 

MICHAEL: Shakespeare.

DR FASSBENDER: Mm? 

MICHAEL: [Indicating a portrait of the Bard]
That man there is the finest man that ever breathed.

DR FASSBENDER: Who is?

MICHAEL: He is. 

DR FASSBENDER: He is? Who's he? 

MICHAEL:
Who's he?

DR FASSBENDER: Mm. 

MICHAEL: [Taking off his jacket] I'll soon show you who he is. 

DR FASSBENDER: Hey! You must not strike me, you naughty boy!  You're my patient, that's who you are! And, anyway, I can lick any Freudian psychoanalyst what's in this house. 


 'What's New Pussycat?" - 1965

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Friday, 27 April 2012

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Ronnie Barker's 3 Minute "Hamlet"




The equally wondrous wordsmith Ronnie Barker giving us a potted version of Hamlet!

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Tommy Cooper - Hamlet



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