Last Plays
Jul. 31st, 2003 10:15 amThe trailer for Bubba Ho-Tep is now online. I'm disappointed that this was made after Bruce Campbell wrote his book; there's probably lots of good stories about this one.
Waste Land Limericks: in which a great work of literature is reduced to twenty-five lines. "In April one seldom feels cheerful," et cetera.
No one, and I mean no one, knows what to do with the last five plays that Shakespeare wrote. (Excluding I'm Henry VIII I Am, a low-quality history co-written with John Fletcher, presumably done because Shakespeare needed the cash.) All the critics agree that they should be treated as a group, but they can't agree on exactly what kind of group-- Romances, Tragicomedies, Comedies, there's even one wacko arguing for Tragedy. This is made worse by the fact that in their attempts to shoehorn the plays into existing genres, most critics say "These plays are of Genre X" and proceed to redefine Genre X so that it can cover all the weirdness going on in the plays.
I don't know Pericles, don't like Tempest (disclaimer: it's by no means a bad play, despite having next to no plot; I simply don't think the spectacle will be all that interesting to write about), and didn't check out any books on Chernobyl Kinsmen, so I'll be writing about how no one knows what to do with Cymbeline and The Winter's Tale, and here's why. Yay me.
And today's stories for workshopping are structurally unsound, and thus hard to read. Not like I can really say anything; in an attempt to correct for the lack of character in my first story, I think I forgot to put a plot in my second.
Waste Land Limericks: in which a great work of literature is reduced to twenty-five lines. "In April one seldom feels cheerful," et cetera.
No one, and I mean no one, knows what to do with the last five plays that Shakespeare wrote. (Excluding I'm Henry VIII I Am, a low-quality history co-written with John Fletcher, presumably done because Shakespeare needed the cash.) All the critics agree that they should be treated as a group, but they can't agree on exactly what kind of group-- Romances, Tragicomedies, Comedies, there's even one wacko arguing for Tragedy. This is made worse by the fact that in their attempts to shoehorn the plays into existing genres, most critics say "These plays are of Genre X" and proceed to redefine Genre X so that it can cover all the weirdness going on in the plays.
I don't know Pericles, don't like Tempest (disclaimer: it's by no means a bad play, despite having next to no plot; I simply don't think the spectacle will be all that interesting to write about), and didn't check out any books on Chernobyl Kinsmen, so I'll be writing about how no one knows what to do with Cymbeline and The Winter's Tale, and here's why. Yay me.
And today's stories for workshopping are structurally unsound, and thus hard to read. Not like I can really say anything; in an attempt to correct for the lack of character in my first story, I think I forgot to put a plot in my second.