Stratford upon Avon is the most polar opposite to London while still being a big tourist location in England. While London is big on night life and staying out late, Stratford upon Avon is pretty much closed by 6 P.M. while London is always fast moving and crowded, Stratford is relatively calm and slow. What they have in common is an abundance of delicious gelato, which I will dearly miss.

I am also going to miss some of the cultural aspects that are different in England than in the U.S. the biggest of these is definitely the meal deal, which is at almost every convenience store in London and I have not seen at all in the U.S. the mix of convenience and variety. I also really liked the culture of mostly take out versus eating in. There were many restaurants where eating in wasn’t an option, and there was often a surcharge for eating in the restaurant. Having the option to just grab some food from pretty much any spot in London was great during busier days so I didn’t have to halt my plans.

The biggest difference I noticed culturally was the way that customer service worked. I am used to in small stores in Arkansas being somewhat greeted at the door and at restaurants have a waiter regularly come over to check on me. In London, most restaurants would leave you alone after ordering your food, maybe checking on you once or twice if you were there for a while. As someone who sometimes gets anxious talking to new people, I appreciated the conversations mainly being on the customer and not being assumed. I also feel like it is better for the workers in London because they don’t have to constantly pretend to be super happy and talkative like they do at many businesses in the U.S.

The biggest take away I got from this study abroad came from My Neighbor Totoro. I often have a frustration, especially within the last couple of years, that I have had trouble describing. Even now I have a hard time putting words too it but the best way I can describe it is a desire for accomplishment or closeness to a particular idea. Be it a design, character, or abstract concept I would want to express it in a way I did not know how. Creative projects would help with the frustration, and sometimes sated it somewhat for a time, but more often than not it would lead to half finished projects or dropped hobbies trying to get close to the idea. Recently with the frustration I have had a fear that it may not be something I can fully get rid of, that the desire for closeness and frustration for being unable to achieve it may just be something I have to live with. That changed when I saw Totoro. Everything about the puppet, it’s stage presence, the way it moved, the way it felt alive, blew me away. It scratched that itch at the back of my brain, that frustration, in a way that nothing else has quite been able to hit. I still can’t place specifically what it was about Totoro that hit that mark, but just the knowledge that it exists, that the frustration can be stopped, has been deeply calming for me. Next time that frustration and anxiety starts to rise, if it does, I feel like it will be much easier to manage because while I don’t know exactly what it is, I know there is a concrete solution, and have at least a jumping off point to replicate it.While the production My Neighbor Totoro certainly had its problems, and was not the best show we saw objectively, it definitely had the most impact on me and I believe will lead to long term improvement to my life as a theater maker.

Before this trip I did not really believe in a singular life altering experience, and to a certain degree I still don’t. People are such a odd combination of experiences and genetics and I don’t think one month can fully change a person, but I feel like this study abroad has definitely caused a shift in me, and I am excited to get back to Arkansas and get to work.

Walking into the past home of such important people was an odd experience. I’ve only ever known a low-income life, so thinking about a more “luxurious” lifestyle than mine is rather difficult. I think, mostly, I find it hard to appreciate the beauty behind the privilege. Learning about all of the luxuries brought about a very familiar, sticky feeling in the pit of my stomach that can only be described as a mix of envy and hate. Okay, maybe not hate. Perhaps distaste? Yeah, that sounds right. I’ll save my “eat the rich” rant for another day, though. You’re welcome. 

Anyway, walking through the various rooms also made me think about how strange some of the etiquette and daily rituals were. There are so many weird rules to meeting royalty, and I’m personally not a fan of all the pomp and circumstance. “Kiss the king’s hand” no thank you, that is a grown man!! I do not know where bro’s hands have been!!! Seriously though, it was really cool to get a look at everything in person and learn a little more about how they went about their lives. 

Alright, art. While in Cardiff, I stayed at an airbnb that was also the residence of a delightful cat named Ziggy. He had to be one of the softest cats I’ve ever pet, and he had the prettiest fur. It was different shades of brown, which I thought would make for an interesting painting. I did a very quick painting of him while waiting for the time to get on the bus back to London, so it’s not my best work, but it was a fun exercise. I did not sketch him out beforehand, and this time that did NOT go well for me. On my first attempt the proportions were all off, and I had to rely on layering to slowly fix the way he looked. I’d definitely like to try again when the trip is over, that way I can put more time into it. 

Alright, peace :))

For our last few days across the pond, the Theatre in London group stayed in Stratford-Upon-Avon at two Bed and Breakfasts run by sisters!

Saying goodbye to London was heartbreaking, but our visit to Stratford-Upon-Avon was so beautiful it almost made me forget we were nearing the end of our trip. The hustle and bustle of the big city of London was very different from the small, sleepy city of Stratford. Most days, the streets wouldn’t begin filling with people until close to 10 or 11 am, and a full street in Stratford was like a quiet morning in London. The streets were vacant again by about 6pm each night.

Most of what made Stratford attractive was its natural beauty paired with the fact that it is Shakespeare’s birth place and where he spent most of his early life. During our time here, we visited both Shakespeare’s childhood home as well as his wife Anne Hathaway’s. We also visited Trinity Church where they are both buried. I had been telling Shawn Irish the day before that I missed my running route at home that went past a graveyard so when I discovered a graveyard on my run the next morning I had to take a picture. Unbeknownst to me, I was passing through the Trinity Church’s graveyard on the morning before we were planning to visit!

Stratford-Upon-Avon is a small town that wakes up late and goes to bed early. This meant I was able to take pictures of Shakespeare’s home with nobody around! During our visiting time, it was a different story. We explored the house in all its glory and learned about how it had changed through the years. Much of the house was not part of the original when Shakespeare was born but was added on by his family when Shakespeare was much older.

We walked on the very same floor that Shakespeare and his family walked on hundreds of years ago. Can you believe it? Back then, the floors would have been mostly the dirt of the earth, but there was one room where they speculate the stone is the same that was there back in Shakespeare’s time. The walls were also made of a mixture of mud and horse hair and the covered in a lime plaster. There was a lot that had probably changed to help preserve the home and make it a museum, but it was still the same location and a lot of the original house where William Shakespeare lived. He slept, ate, played, and thought in this house. I think I am still in shock right now.

After we had gone through the house, we exited into the courtyard behind the building and were met with two actors performing several shakespearean scenes including the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet! During one scene, our very own Reece and Jack got to be a part of the show!

The next day, we trekked about a mile to see Anne Hathaway’s Cottage. Although we were there at a very busy time, I was able to snap the picture below with only a few people in it! It was super cool to walk around her cottage and learn about Anne and Shakespeare’s relationship, including all of the scandals! It turns out, Anne was almost three months pregnant when they were married! This was common at the time since many women would be betrothed for a long while before actually getting married, but they still had to marry quickly before Anne began to show.

During our short visit, I spent a lot of time just exploring Stratford-Upon-Avon. I got up early each morning to go for a run or walk along the River Avon, and one morning I took my camera with me. That morning, I was able to captured some of the beautiful Stratford (and its inhabitants). On our last day I spent nearly three hours taking more pictures!

– Hadley ❤

Note to readers: this is being written with tears in my eyes

Stratford-upon-Avon was the final stop of my super fun and cool theatre in London extravaganza. I am distraught, to say the least. However, I do think, as sad as I am, Stratford is the perfect place to end this study abroad. 

I am a certified Shakespeare freak. I was always the one kid that was actually excited when our teachers forced us to read his plays. I am nothing if not dramatic, so I have always appreciated Shakespeare’s dramatic flare. I am honestly kind of surprised Merritt and I were able to make it through the stay without combusting from excitement. Not only did we get to stay in the place he lived, minus the time he left (but we do not talk about that) we also got to literally walk in his footsteps. All of the buildings and artifacts from the Shakespeare estates truly made me feel like I had been teleported back into time. It was also a nice change of pace and scenery (and I enjoyed blowing my nose without it being black from pollution). Stratford allowed me a chance to slow down after such consistent activity. Finally, I know I already wrote a blog post about it, but Hamlet: Hail to the Thief was such an incredible play. It was so incredible to see the legacy of Shakespeare’s work in real time. 

Now, a little spew about the trip as a whole. Thank you so much Shawn and Susan for allowing me to be a participant of this incredible program. I have truly had some of the greatest and happiest moments of my life on this trip. I have gotten to meet so many incredible theatre nerds that have allowed my ascend to my true form. Jk. On a more serious note, I have met some of the most amazing people, and had the opportunity to bond with them in a way that I never would have otherwise. London is such a beautiful city with excellent food, theatre, culture, buildings, museums, etc. I wish I never have to leave, but alas…. So long, London. I will yearn for you for the rest of my life. 

This is me signing off!

What a month! If there ever was a way to completely describe my time in London, I’m sure it would take many more pages and would never quite do the experience justice, but I will try!

I was incredibly nervous for this trip. Even the idea of going to London with a bunch of people I didn’t really know was so far out of my comfort zone that I could barely even think about it before I left. It was an on a whim decision, but boy am I glad I took the leap. This has been an absolute dream and really is a time of my life that I want to remember forever. This trip carried a lot of emotional weight for me, as the reason I chose to join it was a month after my sweet momma passed away – when my dad told me that I needed something to look forward to, anything really. Just something good that I could have to keep me going. That day, I saw a poster for Theater In London in Kimpel Hall, and I figured that might be a good option. I don’t remember much from the last year of my life, but I do remember the excitement I felt as I anticipated this trip, and also the nerves…and also the fear…

But all that to say, it truly has been one of the best choices I could have made for myself at a time when I didn’t even know how to put on foot in front of the other. This trip had hard moments – moments where I missed my mom, my family, my friends at home, the things that were normal to me! But my cup has continued to overflow with the love of the people around me, the incredible adults on this trip, and the late night talks and Tesco runs.

Part of my heart really did heal in London.

Spending the last few days of our trip in Stratford-Upon-Avon was the most perfect ending to our time together. It was a chance to calm down after being so caught up in the hustle and bustle of London, and it was just a gorgeous, quaint town with something completely unique to explore – Shakespeares birthplace!

This was one of the favorite parts of the entire trip. Seeing the home, and the exact room where Shakespeare was born was an experience that I do not take for granted. It was almost impossible to imagine that he really stood in these rooms, really lived within these walls. I kept trying to look in the corners and see if I could picture him standing there, just talking to his mother, or reading a book. Its hard to imagine such an icon as a real person, especially one that lived that long ago. His home was full of real artifacts and creaky floors, and was exactly what I expected it to be. Anne Hathaway’s cottage was the same deal – just what I thought it might look like. It was a gift to see such a generational treasure for her family! We found out that they still have family reunions there, the latest one being a couple months ago, with the youngest child in attendance only at the age of one.

The cottage had so many pieces of furniture that were original to the Hathaway family/Shakespeare, including Shakespeare’s writing chair, and the Hathaway bed original from the 1500’s. It was incredible to see furniture this old and belonging to such significant historical figures – especially something like a bed, so intimate. It makes me wonder how they could have ever known that 500 years from their lives people would be flocking in just to get a look at their humble bedrooms and kitchens. I guess we never really know the impact we leave, and I think in a lot of ways that is beautiful. They really did just exist, and love and cry and work and then finally die, just like we all will. It makes me feel so nostalgic, even though this wasn’t my life, but almost like they’re looking down and seeing us imagine what their lives were like. I wonder what they think about that.

We also saw the New Place, which was bought by Shakespeare after his marriage to Anne to raise their family there. Sadly, it is no longer standing in the spot it once was, but there is a beautiful garden and a very cool exhibit there to memorialize the spot.

Our time in Stratford-Upon-Avon, though short, was enriching and fun and very laid back. We had a blast at our final group dinner all together, and had a sweet night of packing and watching Glee with my roommates!

This trip is something I want to tell everyone I know to go on. It was a growth experience in so many ways – and seeing such incredible theater for a month straight was a huge privilege. I will miss everything about this trip, but especially the late nights with roommates, getting on the wrong bus with Anna and going all the way to Kensington at midnight, the mean waiters at Honest Burger, being endlessly confused after My Master Builder and Here We Are, crying at Benjamin Button, writing blog posts at 3am, the dirty plates at the Royal National, discovering the water filler at the hotel 2 weeks into the trip, Anna falling down the stairs not once – but twice, the lady that came to our door to tell us to be quiet when we weren’t even talking, seeing Arty from Glee in person, knowing where Hamlet lives, my extra special ice cream topping, eating at Franco Manca (freaky moo moo) at least 5 times, blisters in Italy, stealing free samples from Whittard every single day, discovering Farmer J, endless vanilla matchas, and some of the funniest people I will ever know. Thankful for a month of memories that make me richer!!

Heres to London!

xo, jo

i am crying in the airport now

As this trip comes to an end, I am incredibly grateful for all of the experiences gifted to us throughout. From a stressful arrival, to finding a groove in the city, to the last few days of a slower pace, this study abroad experience has filled my cup infinitely.

We just finished up our last few days in Stratford-upon-Avon, Shakespeare’s birthplace! While there we got to visit Shakespeare’s birthplace, Anne Hathaway’s cottage, the home he built for the two of them called The New Place, and Trinity Church where they are both buried. Both Shakespeare’s birthplace and Anne Hathaway’s cottage are still standing to this day. In many of the rooms they still had original pieces such as Shakespeare’s writing chair, bed frames, and even original windows! It is insane to think that these buildings that were built almost half a millenia ago are still standing strong enough for us to go inside. I think about the buildings we make today, the homes and skyscrapers and theatres, and can’t imagine any of them still standing 500 years from now. Some of the flooring we walked across was the original stone flooring, and I was struck by walking in the literal footsteps of Shakespeare. Because he, too, was just a man. He had no idea of the legacy he would leave (or at least certainly not to the extent he would leave it), and he was just living his life the best way he knew how. And really, what more can any of us try to do than that?

The New Place unfortunately no longer stands, though the grounds on which it was built are now covered in beautiful gardens. There are markings on the stone pavement that give an idea of which rooms might have lived in which part of the garden. Once again, I was struck by the connection to history. Only this time it wasn’t just about the connection to these historical figures, but rather to every person who had walked along this path. The friends of Shakespeare’s children who came over to play, the owners who moved in after, the ones going through the ruins once the house no longer stood, the ones who decided to plant a marvellous garden. We are all connected in ways we cannot begin to comprehend, and I am ever thankful for the way that energy flows through the universe in one never ending loop.

Trinity Church was absolutely beautiful. The stained glass, though it would not have been present during Shakespeare’s time, was marvelous. Within the church lay the remains of William Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway. There is also a bust of Shakespeare up on the wall in full color that shows him writing with a quill and ink. While these death memorial statues were common in the day, it was not at all common to have them in color or to have any notion of the person’s profession. This to me says that Shakespeare’s faith truly was in his writing and his connection to humanity, rather than to any connection to the divine. I can’t say I blame him – I’d rather be known for the ways I impacted the world around me than whatever faith to which I hold.

All in all, I could not be more thankful for this experience. From theatres to gardens to museums to quaint little towns, I’ve gotten to see the world through so many different lenses. I have learned so much about the creation of art that I cannot wait to bring into my future work. More than anything, I am grateful for the people with whom I got to share this experience. Good times are only made better by good company, and this most certainly was good company. I think Juliet said it best – parting is such sweet sorrow.

I was very lucky to have an opportunity to speak with Jonah one of the hosts at our Bed and Breakfast. He’s lived in Stratford-Upon-Avon his whole life and has a deep knowledge of its history and will always take the opportunity to share his knowledge to both captive and captivated audiences. There was a large map of Stratford on the wall of the breakfast room. He had asked me if I knew how Stratford got it’s name. He indicated to the map which shows 5-8 major roads that all lead toward the heart of the town. He explained that this was the only area that had a ford in the river, a shallow area that is easily crossed whether on foot, horseback or wagon. This ford was the only way for people to cross the river for several tens of miles which made it a very popular spot for tradesman and merchants. Hence how the town got its name, the strait ford upon Avon. This ford is the reason that William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, his father was a tradesman who made and sold gloves. Stratford was an advantageous location for him to be able to get his goods to either side of the river.

The town itself could not be more different that London. It’s cobble stone streets and sidewalks that wind through buildings that look like something out of the book of fairytales I used to read as a child. Stratford feels removed from the modern world, but not in the same way as Bath. Bath felt tied to ancient ruins, felt more of a time machine. Stratford felt like a portal into a fairytale. If it weren’t for the McDonald’s and Tesco Express I might have believed it. There’s a romantic element, not only in the architecture but also in the aura of the town. Everything moves a little slower, feels a little easier, the air feels brighter and cleaner. The people feel like a true community, it has the small town feel where the locals know everyone and are always meddling in each other’s business.

The people of Stratford are extraordinarily proud of their town and they should be. It’s a beautiful place that seems to thrive off the love of community and history. It is interesting that so much of William Shakespeare’s history has been preserved. It feels like not only the townsfolk, but also Shakespeare himself knew how legendary he would become. The house Shakespeare was born in stands tall and well taken care of, his grave sits in pride of place on the altar of Holy Trinity Church, much to Queen Elizabeth I’s disappointment. His funeral monument that was immaculately created has withstood 500 years and been preserved by a hundred generations of the people of Stratford.

The only piece of Shakespeare that hasn’t stood the test of time is The New Place, Shakespeare’s marital home he shared with Anne Hathaway. Jonas was all too kind to give me the history on The New Place. In the 1700s it was inhabited by a local vicar who became quite irritated by the number of people who would knock on his door asking to see the place where Shakespeare had written several of his plays. He became so annoyed that he tore down the house so as to live unbothered once more. Jonas went on to tell me that for most of his lifetime that corner lot were beautiful public gardens that the community were able to enjoy. He said about 10-20 years ago the Shakespeare Centre took control of the location and created the museum and gardens that we were able to visit. He was happy to tell me that the locals are still provided free access to the gardens as they are no longer public and only tourists have to pay for entry.

Stratford was slow, romantic, with an edge of magic that created the perfect culmination of my time in England.

Stratford-upon-Avon was a major contrast to all the other cities we had visited over the course of the trip. Obviously, it was much smaller and quieter than London, but even the smaller places, like Bath and Oxford, felt much more like London than they did Stratford. In fact, out of all the cities we’ve visited, this one felt the most like home. Most of the buildings weren’t very tall, it didn’t feel much of a tourist destination, and everything seemed to be a bit slower. Most stores closed at seven or eight, with midnight being the absolute latest, whereas in London I could visit Tesco any time of day I wanted. The weather was also much warmer there, with it being sunny and warm the whole time. Despite all this, there was still much to see.

Stratford-upon-Avon was the birthplace and residence of William Shakespeare himself, and much of the town still revolves around him. We visited four different locations relevant to him. The church where he was baptized and buried, and house that he was born and grew up in, the gardens that replaced the larger house he bought later and life, and the family house where his wife, Anne Hathaway, was born. It was so fascinating visiting all these places. William Shakespeare is undoubtedly not just one of the most famous writers or playwrights of all time, but one of the most famous human beings to ever live. He and those around him couldn’t have known how far his fame would reach so far after his death, and so it’s a miracle this stuff is preserved as well as it is. In fact, the idea that one of Shakespeare’s homes could just be torn down seems preposterous to us nowadays, but it’s a reminder that he was still a human being, like the rest of us.

Shakespeare was not the only thing that Stratford-upon-Avon had to offer. It also had a cat café, though it was named Shakespaw. I spent an afternoon there enjoying the company of the cats, but it reminded me of how much I missed my own, but I knew that I would see them soon.

This is because Stratford-upon-Avon was the last place that we visited on our trip. In fact, I am currently writing this in the airport waiting for my flight, reflecting on the trip. It feels very bittersweet, and I don’t know if I’m fully ready to return. I have enjoyed my time over here so much. I loved getting to see so much theatre in such a short time span, and all the historical locations were wonderful. There was also just so much to do, a month was nowhere near enough time to begin to see all London had to offer, and I already want to return. I also had a wonderful time hanging out with all my fellow travelers, I think that it was a great group, and I am sad to have it split.

One thing I’m going to miss most of all is the weather. I loved the cool, rainy weather of London. It was almost miraculous to be able to walk outside in the summer and not be soaked in sweat and mosquitos. At the same time though, I am so ready to be able to relax in a calm place and not have to deal with football fans screaming at three in the morning.

I am so glad that I chose to go on this trip. I feel like I have learned so much, not only about theatre and another culture, but about myself too. This has been Theatre in London, thank you for reading my blogs, and goodbye.

-Jack Duncan

I can think of no show more fitting to end our trip on than Hamlet. One of Shakespeare’s best and most famous works, being performed in the town where he was born and lived. Hamlet is my personal favorite of Shakespeare’s tragedies and may even be my favorite of all of his plays. However, I was decently skeptical before seeing Hamlet, because it was not just Hamlet, but rather Hamlet Hail to the Thief, a show combining Hamlet with Radiohead’s Hail to the Thief album.

I cannot call myself a fan of Radiohead. The only time I have ever heard their music was when someone else chose to play it, and even then, it has only been their big hits. While I had meant to listen to the album before seeing the show, but I never got around to doing that, so I went in decently blind. I was worried that the music would clash with the performance, that it would feel forced, however, that did not end up being the case.

Instead, the music worked to enhance the show, helping to tell the story through performance art dance that complemented Hamlet wonderfully. The music was often eerie and unnerving, and the dance was too, often being jittery and unnatural, elevating the feeling of paranoia and uncertainty present throughout the play. The characters seemed to almost be in a trance-like state while moving across the stage, as if the music itself possessed them.

However, good dancing itself can’t make a show good on its own, all the other elements need to be working together to bring it to life. Luckily, that was the case. The music was live, and thus there was a whole band, not the real Radiohead though, playing. My seat gave me a good view of the two guitarists, who I often found myself watching. They swapped through multiple guitars throughout the performance and played them all excellently. All of the musicians were at the top of their game. The main issue I found was that I was often unable to understand the lyrics due to all the noise, however, that did not impact my enjoyment, as the singing itself was often quite haunting, and even without understandable words was very effective.

The acting was also great. The actor who played Hamlet did a wonderful job. He did a great job showing Hamlet’s youth and innocence, which faded away as he slips down into madness. All of the actors were great, but another I want to talk about is Claudius. He felt very imposing, his presence dominating every scene he was in, and I loved every scene he was in.

The design elements were also great. Almost everything was black and white, with most characters wearing all black, or just a little bit of white. This made a wonderful contrast, for Ophelia wore a white dress in the scene where she drowned herself, making her stand out among the darkness. Another glimpse of color was Claudius’s blood after he was stabbed. The red standing out as the only color in a monochrome scene.

One of the most surprising things about the show was its length. It only ran for around an hour and a half. I kept expecting an intermission, yet it never came. The short length worked wonderfully though, I think that if they tried to drag out the musical elements for too long, it would become tired. Instead, though, they presented a show that felt satisfying, not overstaying its welcome, which was a thoroughly enjoyable experience the entire time.

-Jack Duncan

Hamlet Hail to the Thief at the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford-upon-Avon was nothing short of wonderful. While not my all time favorite of the shows we’ve seen on this trip (that honor goes to The Curious Case of Benjamin Button), it is a very close second. The conceit of this production is mixing text from Shakespeare’s Hamlet with music from Radiohead’s album Hail to the Thief. They were really creative with the name haha. But seriously, any lack of creativity in the name was more than made up for in the production itself!

Firstly, I loved the way they treated the text in this production. The entire show was 1 hour 40 minutes with no intermission. Obviously, this means they had to cut out a lot of text. Knowing Hamlet as well as I have gotten to, there were some moments where I was expecting to hear a bit of language only to find it had been cut. The only moment that I truly missed was getting to hear Gertrude’s final line, which I’ll talk more about when I discuss the final sequence of this production. My favorite change was adding in a repetition of Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” soliloquy (though, in this production, not so much of a soliloquy). Each of the actors knew how to expertly use the text, which only added to the experience.

In addition to cutting and rearranging text, they also had the challenge of adding in this Radiohead music. I’ll be honest, I don’t know much of Radiohead’s music. Nothing against them, just not what I choose to listen to. That being said, I did know enough about their sound to not be too upset when I couldn’t understand the lyrics being sung. The music conveyed the feeling of the lyrics without necessarily needing to hear them all. At times it was an honest to God rock show! While these musicians were playing their hearts out, the cast all came on and danced in wonderfully choreographed interpretive pieces. I believe that this choreography is what made this production work. Since so much text was cut out, the director had to find a way to convey the story that we were missing. These movement pieces perfectly bridged the gap and even gave us extra story that is not shown on stage in traditional Hamlet productions. My favorite of these additions was the added storytelling between Hamlet and Ophelia. We got to see the true ecstasy that they felt together and then got to see how it devolved once Hamlet had been visited by his father’s ghost.

As mentioned above, the one aspect that I had some thoughts about (not necessarily negative) was the way the end sequence was done – the final fight where everyone except Horatio dies. It turned into a literal dance battle, and all of the text was cut out until after everyone had been injured and Hamlet was about to die. I think that some of the storytelling got lost here, such as the revelation that Claudius is trying to poison Hamlet with the chalice of wine that Gertrude ends up drinking. This becomes abundantly clear in the original version when she exclaims “The drink, the drink! I am poisoned.” Given how much chaos was happening onstage during the final sequence, I don’t think I would have picked up on this plot point had I not been actively looking for it.

To end on a high note, the use of the “To be or not to be” speech was pretty ingenious. To get into this, I have to discuss the treatment of Ophelia in this production. As opposed to the original text, in which Ophelia does not seem to have much agency throughout, this production portrays Ophelia as a feisty and opinionated young woman who, after going through unimaginable amounts of grief in a short period of time, devolves into madness. Hamlet’s “To be or not to be” is given directly to Ophelia in this production instead of the traditional soliloquy to the audience, and I honestly don’t think I want to see it any other way ever again. It makes so much sense for Hamlet to have been the one to put the idea of suicide into Ophelia’s mind in the first place. To make it ever more heartbreaking, they had Ophelia repeat this speech as a soliloquy right before her death. She is wandering and alone, stuttering through the words as they echo around her until a trap door opens up and she falls in. Even if the rest of the show had been bad, that one theatrical moment alone would’ve made this a show worth seeing. 

Thankfully, the show was incredible all around. I’ll be honest, this is the first time I’ve actually felt something for these characters while watching this show. The performers were amazing, the design was awesome, and the adaptation filled a centuries old script with new life.