Saturday, May 17, 2008

Oh, the Grading! The Grading!

Carey, Andrew. “Hamlet: The Opera.” Shakespearean Screenplay—the Film Pitch and its Accompanying Justification. 1 May 2008.

The sheer volume of grading has kept me from posting to the blog as much as I’d like. It’s overwhelming, if you want to know.

But, when the pressure gets too great, I just think back on any one of the stunning film pitches I was privileged to hear in my Shakespeare and Film class. They were all very interesting, and (though one of them was set among high school students) none of them was set in high school. Thanks, everyone! Hurrah!

Today, I’ve been thinking of the intriguing casting decision Andrew Carey made in his pitch for a Hamlet opera (really, it seemed more like a rock opera): The guys from Flight of the Conchords as Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

It just works perfectly, doesn’t it?

[For those who don’t know them, they have the perfect blend of cluelessness and sagacity . . . well, cluelessness, at least . . . for the roles. I’d love to see them in a production of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Soppard.]

Now . . . let’s write some songs for them. What rhymes with “My most honored lord”?

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