There is one place, surely, that Hamlet does not belong−he, who, more than any other character in literature defines modern consciousness and consciences, and from whose troubled lips and bare bodkin tongue issue more coarsely-witted words-words-words than nary a cock can crow at a russet mantle morn.
And that place is a madhouse. So, then, let us put him there and see what happens!…
April 18, 2014 / What Jasper Said
[I have waited a long time to review Hamlet and was so delighted that it happened to be a production by acclaimed director Robert Richmond.]