Conclusion #2

I am so incredibly bored.

And I am so glad it's finally dinnertime.


GOOD LUCK WITH PAPER TWO!

Read the question, yo. Especially you Bosco. YES I'm  being mean and picking on you- BUT IT'S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.

:D TTFN

Conclusion #1

I think Hamlet Snr was a prick.

But seriously, this is another Hamlet ramble. Read on if interested, 100% dedicated to that psychopath.

I think he was a  nasty fellow and Gertrude actually got with his brother after he died to spite him.  I think when he was alive, he didn't care for her much- they didn't really have an intimate relationship (as Hamlet recalls).

I was reading something today and the writer brought up a really valid question. Why can't Gertrude see the ghost of Hamlet's D when everyone else can see him? DundunDUUNN.  Because the ghost has the power to choose who sees him, obviously he's hiding himself for a good reason.

Perhaps he is confusing his son ON PURPOSE! Sounds reasonably, but a tad unlikely.

Back track a bit. What were Hamlet and Gertrude doing alone in the room anyway? (NOT referring to the hump scene in Brannaugh's production - wth how do you spell his name)  From memory he was insulting Claudius, and condemning their relationship, blah blah blah. And she's defending it- however I have a feeling that if the ghost hadn't interrupted, she would have started going on about how Hamlet snr was a fag face and he cared for nothing but the military, etc,etc. Hence, I think the ghost is hiding something, and he isn't as righteous as his son thinks he is.  Hamlet is dillusional. 

Honestly, at the moment he doesn't seem like a coward or anything. He just seems very untainted, pure and er better than everyone else. He's educated, noble and very philosophical and alienates himself from the corruption within Elsinore.  His revenge plan takes a long time in the making- infact I don't think he even made a complete plan in the end!  He delays because he doesn't want to be involved in all this - and mostly because he doesn't understand what he's getting into- he can't do it.

And then somehow the oedipus complex comes into play- he loves his mother, his mother loves Claudius- so he can't kill Claudius until after Gertrude dies, etc,etc.

I don't want to be so psychological in my essay- but it's how I'm currently thinking things out.

Oh my gosh. This is such a mess.

I read the play again today. There were a couple of funny parts that made me chuckle. WHAT! Haha. Humorous characters : Polonius, Hamlet and the grave digger.  Happy characters: only one- the grave digger. Is it a coincidence that he is not within the court? Everyone in the court is a complex character (apart from the women- COMPLETELY HOPELESS.  They do nothing in the play except cling, act pathetic and burden)  ooh pause.

If I were Gertrude and I was talking to Hamlet, the moment he asks something like

H: How could you be so horrendous? MARRYING YOUR HUSBAND'S BROTHER? That's incestuous mother- despicable, UTTERLY ATROCIOUS. I hate you

I would answer in the most straighforward fashion-
G/B: Do you really want an answer?  Your father was a dickhead.

He probably was.

unpause.

I think everyone is multi-dimensional (again, except the women). All the men had their outward appearances, hiding behind their masks. Polonius- a what? a bumbling fool? Yeah right- He was a spy and a pretty smart one too. Hamlet pretends to be mad so that no one knows what the hell he's thinking. Everyone in the court thinks Claudius is a good man- but he is a killer. Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are supposed to be Hamlet's friends but they're Claudius' spies (which I think is really mean- Hamlet should choose his friends more carefully. lol).


I probably sound like a raving maniac- but I feel slightly better now that I have everything typed out infront of me :D  Just tossing a couple of ideas out there. 

For those who really do think I sound like a fool, try reading some critical analysis on Hamlet- that he is a woman in a man's body. Yerrr I couldn't help but laugh while reading.YEAH RIGHT.  (I guess the PMS-y attitude might come into play here..)

But I'll shut up now, and write another essay.

HAPPY STUDYING!

PS Hamlet frustration rants get their own Hamlet tag now. Yay.

PPS. Creepy or what?! Last night I had a dream I was being chased around by a firefly about the size of someone's palm.  It flew up to my neck and puncture a major artery- and started sucking- like a vampire and I died.   Just then I did a wiki on Vampires, and apparently the African version of the vampire takes the form of a firefly to hunt children. I certainly did not know that. T_T