"I think that there is probably a way to do Hamlet where the prince is a more Chekhovian figure -- essentially tragic-comic, his profundo monologues taken less as holy writ but as a pathetic defense against his hilarious inabilty to resolve his oedipal tensions, his dutiful son schtick, and his secret identification with Claudius, the virile man of action that he longs to be. A tension that can only be resolved in a farcical and suicidal bloodbath."
Anonymous email correspondent
