A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it
I'm in my week between terms. Next term I'll at last be taking my Shakespeare course, though that's a mixed blessing. We'll be reading Midsummer Night's Dream, the pernicious Hamlet, and, for my sins, Richard III. I console myself that at least it's not Romeo and Juliet. Or Titus, good god.
Anyway, the final paper must be on one of the plays we're not studying, so I am currently experiencing a little decision paralysis. And taking the opportunity to refresh myself on the material, which right now means watching what movie versions are available via Netflix streaming. I've started with Love's Labour's Lost (2000), the one shot like a '30s style musical, complete with musical numbers featuring classics of the era. It's...an experience. I'm not entirely certain it's successful, but I'm enjoying it.
It's been a summer. I go forward.
Anyway, the final paper must be on one of the plays we're not studying, so I am currently experiencing a little decision paralysis. And taking the opportunity to refresh myself on the material, which right now means watching what movie versions are available via Netflix streaming. I've started with Love's Labour's Lost (2000), the one shot like a '30s style musical, complete with musical numbers featuring classics of the era. It's...an experience. I'm not entirely certain it's successful, but I'm enjoying it.
It's been a summer. I go forward.