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Lady Macbeth

In my mind Lady Macbeth looks like Maleficient from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty. I can’t stop thinking about this.
“Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here
And fill me from the crown to the toe topfull
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up th’access and passage to remorse
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my purpose nor keep peace between
Th’effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts
And take my milk for gall”


Across the Hair

The other night I finally got round watching Hair (Milos Forman, 1979). A musical about a young boy from Oklahoma who goes to NYC in order to join the Army and go to Vietman and befriends some hippies who, of course, widen his mind. Within less than 10 minutes of watching the film I started thinking that Across the Universe (Julie Taymor, 2007) was simply a remake of Hair but with Beatles songs. Change the Oklahoma boy for an English guy called Jude and a few other minor plot details and that’s it. It’s practically the same film.

My reaction to both of them was pretty similar. I enjoyed them, but at the same time found them, especially Across the Universe, a bit pretentious and annoying. Maybe I just hate hippies. What I hated the most about Across the Universe were things like this:

It’s like a the tacky 1st Communion photo your mother has on the living room’s wall. So deep.

And, in a regression to my 14 year old self, what I liked the most was this:

I think Jim Sturgess is cute

IMDB just told me that Julie Taymor is currently filming an adaptation of The Tempest where Prospero will be Prospera. That could be interesting! I just hope he doesn’t ruin it, although I’m not sure Shakespeare is susceptible of being ruined. Imagine Prospera looking into the horizon and the sea blending with her face. Now, that would be deep.


Conversations with my mum

Me: I just finished reading Henry V.
Mum: Oh, really? Who wrote that? (sounding very interested)
Me: Shakespeare.
Mum: Oh, ok. (embarrassing silence) So, what are you going to read next?
Me: The Tempest.
Mum: That’s by Joyce, yeah?


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