"Svakhet, ditt navn er kvinne!"

If Shakespeare can do death on stage, why in the world can't I? Do elaborate, dears, I want to know. Heavens, the man not only does death on stage, he poisons three of the main characters, stabs one and drowns a fourth. And you won't let me have even the tiniest of suicides?

(Title in Norwegian due to me not wanting to translate a translation, and not being bothered to look the actual quote up. - Right, 'tis "Frailty, thy name is woman!")

Axel Hennie did a great job as Hamlet, animated, thoughtful, and highly amusing at times. The queen and, worse, Ophelia did a poor job. Ophelia seemed anything but innocent and lifeless. The queen mimicked a bored piece of cardboard magnificently. Our ghost did very well, he had us laughing maniacally. None of the others were of particular note, they seemed more extras than anything - how could they not, Hamlet is in every way the main part.

The death of Ophelia was rather pathetic, she sat, quitely, on a platform in the background as the Queen informed her brother of her demise, only to fall off at some point. Complete lack of class. Hamlet, on the other hand, died, exceptionally, in the arms of his dead father. Oh, the lovely melodrama! It's not as mesmerizing as Bikubesong was, but it's good. It lacks a certain connection between audience and actors, I think. And that leads me to what makes Hennie stand out: he's not used to the stage, thus communicating differently than what a stage-only actor would. Where he's used to communicating through a camera, the others connect more directly with their audience.

I love theatre, the stage. I haven't the guts to stand on one, but I admire those who do. I think what I so love about it is the communication, and the fact that I, for a while, leave myself completely vurnerabl to another's point of view.
And I desperatly want inspiration for Adrian, my actor character.

It was a great experience, and I'm glad I'm seeing it again. Happy birthday, Line, enjoy the few minutes left to enjoy.

"Svakhet, ditt navn er kvinne!"

If Shakespeare can do death on stage, why in the world can't I? Do elaborate, dears, I want to know. Heavens, the man not only does death on stage, he poisons three of the main characters, stabs one and drowns a fourth. And you won't let me have even the tiniest of suicides?

(Title in Norwegian due to me not wanting to translate a translation, and not being bothered to look the actual quote up. - Right, 'tis "Frailty, thy name is woman!")

Axel Hennie did a great job as Hamlet, animated, thoughtful, and highly amusing at times. The queen and, worse, Ophelia did a poor job. Ophelia seemed anything but innocent and lifeless. The queen mimicked a bored piece of cardboard magnificently. Our ghost did very well, he had us laughing maniacally. None of the others were of particular note, they seemed more extras than anything - how could they not, Hamlet is in every way the main part.

The death of Ophelia was rather pathetic, she sat, quitely, on a platform in the background as the Queen informed her brother of her demise, only to fall off at some point. Complete lack of class. Hamlet, on the other hand, died, exceptionally, in the arms of his dead father. Oh, the lovely melodrama! It's not as mesmerizing as Bikubesong was, but it's good. It lacks a certain connection between audience and actors, I think. And that leads me to what makes Hennie stand out: he's not used to the stage, thus communicating differently than what a stage-only actor would. Where he's used to communicating through a camera, the others connect more directly with their audience.

I love theatre, the stage. I haven't the guts to stand on one, but I admire those who do. I think what I so love about it is the communication, and the fact that I, for a while, leave myself completely vurnerabl to another's point of view.
And I desperatly want inspiration for Adrian, my actor character.

It was a great experience, and I'm glad I'm seeing it again. Happy birthday, Line, enjoy the few minutes left to enjoy.