This brought a deeper appreciation of the play I read last week, Hamlet. The language reads with a sense of depth, but the explanation and analyses of the play brings light to the complicated genius of Shakespeare. I plan to find a movie version on the internet and watch it tonight.
Update: I remember reading and watching Macbeth in undergrad school, and loving it. I watched Hamlet for the first time, a modernized version with abridged but exact Shakespeare text. I had chills all over with the first scene of Hamlet contemplating to himself, the famous monologue concerning melting flesh and his opinion of the frailty of humanity. I stared with intensity at the screen, mouth literally gaping. The performance overwhelmed me, although the version I watched has been criticized for weakness in modernization. I cried when Ophelia drowned, when Hamlet and Laertes wrestled in the grave, when everyone died in the end. The movie brought the gravity and reality of the story alive to me, made it more than a slick story device or manipulative tool to enhance the effectiveness of the story. The despair worked profoundly in me, the despair, yet the beauty of the message, and the heart of Shakespeare. The highest authorities have lost their way, what hope have the rest of us, especially when spiritual answers appear so muddled and convoluted one finds extreme difficulty with answers about an afterlife, and hope. I remembered Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd, a line from that song; it sums up how the story effected me: "We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground, What have we found? The same old fear. Wish you were here."