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HAMLET: THE VLOG
Is it -- is it *GASP* a post that's not about Les Miserables? IT IS! (reposted from my tumblr from last night.)
Last night Essie and I were hanging out, as one does, and we were talking about the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, as one does, and about what other classic literature one could plausibly turn into video blogs.
and we were saying we need a main character who would vlog all about their life OF THEIR OWN ACCORD
and I was like
HAMLET
HAMLET TOTALLY WOULD
and now Essie and I need this like burning. IT WOULD BE A MILLION UNWATCHABLE EPISODES OF HAMLET ANGSTING AT THE INTERNET AND IT WOULD BE SHEER BRILLIANCE
we weren’t sure how the final scene where everyone dies would go
BUT THEN WE REALISED THAT HE TOTALLY MAKES HIS BRO HORATIO FILM THE WHOLE THING because Hamlet needs his epic duel with Laertes to be on the INTERWEBZ
and then shit goes down and WITH HIS DYING WORDS HAMLET TELLS HORATIO TO POST. THE ENTIRE. THING.
“So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.”
YEAH. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.
(also from tumblr from last night: I, perfume-hater to the degree where I don't even like mildly scented soap, review perfumes! And somehow manage to refrain from ever using the word "gross", unlike the last time I did this! Click here to read more!)
Last night Essie and I were hanging out, as one does, and we were talking about the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, as one does, and about what other classic literature one could plausibly turn into video blogs.
and we were saying we need a main character who would vlog all about their life OF THEIR OWN ACCORD
and I was like
HAMLET
HAMLET TOTALLY WOULD
and now Essie and I need this like burning. IT WOULD BE A MILLION UNWATCHABLE EPISODES OF HAMLET ANGSTING AT THE INTERNET AND IT WOULD BE SHEER BRILLIANCE
we weren’t sure how the final scene where everyone dies would go
BUT THEN WE REALISED THAT HE TOTALLY MAKES HIS BRO HORATIO FILM THE WHOLE THING because Hamlet needs his epic duel with Laertes to be on the INTERWEBZ
and then shit goes down and WITH HIS DYING WORDS HAMLET TELLS HORATIO TO POST. THE ENTIRE. THING.
“So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.”
YEAH. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.
(also from tumblr from last night: I, perfume-hater to the degree where I don't even like mildly scented soap, review perfumes! And somehow manage to refrain from ever using the word "gross", unlike the last time I did this! Click here to read more!)