Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Life Imitates Art

... or Why Shakespeare is Timeless. Consider the events of the past week or so:

We have lovely Hero; innocent and pure in every way.
Trusting in the one to whom she has given her heart.

And then there's Claudio; pure of intent, but a little clueless.
Easily misinterprets ... well, just about everything, including himself.

We have quite a few actors playing the parts of Beatrice and Benedick.
Not this scene, however; they all want to play the chapel scene where vengeance is passionately demanded and promised.
O God, that I were a man. I would eat his heart in the market-place.
Dear Hero's good name must be restored.

We even have a remorseful Claudio posting an epitaph of sorts.

The questions still remain:
Will anyone seek advice from Friar Francis?
Will Claudio understand the full impact of his actions?
Will Don John ever change his facial expression?

But masters, remember that I am an ass:
though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.


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