Rant number 114
In honour of mr Shakespeare's birthday - my thoughts.
OK. This is probably a controversial subject to cover for some - but I'm going to just come out and say it:
I don't really care for Shakespeare
Don't get me wrong, some of his stories are timeless and all that - but I really don't care for all the luvvyness that surrounds them.
I think that my school (and the national curriculum) instilled this hatred in it for me - by making me study and analyse and direct the plays until they have no meaning any more. That - and a lot of it just isn't that interesting.
I really don't get why its such a big deal - I really don't : the language annoys me, the 'comedy' elements rarely endear me, the characters get on my nerves and the stories just don't talk to me in a way that I enjoy.
I'm more of a Dickens man myself.
I just don't get it why the theatre is still recycling the ideas of Shakespeare so much even now. Not a year goes by without a story based on one of his (or plagerised shamelessly.) Why can't we just let it go by now?
I think the thing I like least once again is the 'hidden meanings' to everything. According to my school - not a sentence he wrote without instilling some kind of deep seated social commentary and comment. Its bollocks - he was trying to write stories and sound poetic, just like everyone else.
I understand that he has made a great contribution to theatre and a great contribution to modern storytelling. Just let it go now - and stop telling me about it. I'll take your word for it: I really don't wanna know any more.
Oh, and the quotes - the endless bloody quotes. If I see one more bloody luvvie on TV quoting the famous 'to be or not to be' speech, I am going to invent a way to climb into the screen and beat them to death with a chair leg.
That is all.
Rant over.
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