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March 6, 2006 | by  | in Theatre |
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My Favourite Play

Professor Robert Easting
Head of School:
English, Film, Theatre & Media Studies

Yikes! It has to be Hamlet. What do you get? A highly intelligent hero created by the greatest of all poet dramatists from a medieval Scandinavian tale (see the 1994 film Prince of Jutland); a student prince, ensnared in a massively disfunctional royal family; player and playwright (both Hamlet and Shakespeare) fully alert to how we all act; verse and prose of the most sophisticated verbal acuteness; and the sheer grip of the most complex of ghost stories. For a film, see Kozintsev’s 1964 Russian version with Innokenti Smoktunovsky as Hamlet, translation by Paternak, and score by Shostakovich. But read the play first.

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