…The weeks of Will are upon us, and here is a blog link to Vanessa’s chicken, spinach, mushroom and cream Elizabethan coffins to help wet your appetite for such fest and feast. While you’re there, click around a bit for delicious tidbits inspired by the Bard’s distant word descendants… including words of her own.
Ah Hamlet, the tragic and doomed Prince of Denmark, whose family puts the “fun” in dysfunctional. What I always liked about Hamlet is that his twisted family dynamic makes my own family look rather normal in comparison. Or maybe it goes to show that we all have messed-up family dynamics, and sometimes, as in Hamlet’s case, we can be one of the most messed-up members within it.
I read the play in its entirety in 11th grade Honors English class, and it also helped seeing movie versions and having those characters brought to life by various actors, but when I saw Kenneth Branagh’s opulent, glorious, 4-hour long movie, that was possibly when I fell in love with Hamlet and all his arrogant, sad, romantic pain.
He wants so much to do the right thing and avenge his father, and who can blame him? What I could never understand was his…
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