Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Celebrate Shakespeare's 450th Birthday with a Forty-Five-Second Film Festival Contest

"Shakespeare 450th Birthday 45-second Film Festival Contest." St. Paul Pioneer Press. Due by noon on 21 April 2014.

This seems like a good deal of fun as well as something that might encourage some interesting, creative approaches to Shakespeare.

The St. Paul Pioneer Press is sponsoring a context ("Brush up your Shakespeare; Start Filming him Now" seems to be one of the tag lines). They're calling for films that are forty-five seconds or shorter that have something to do with Shakespeare:

"We'll consider anything, no matter how wondrous strange. Want to do a hip-hop version of Sonnet 18? A highly condensed version of Romeo and Juliet with an all-cat cast? Henry V’s band of brothers speech in Klingon? Lay on, Macduff."

I'm embedding the official promotional video below. Watch it—and then make something to submit. I know I will!

Update: Actually, I never got around to submitting. But others did. You can find all the films here. And the winner? This was the winner. Enjoy!

Links: Information about the Contest.
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Shakespeare, William. The Riverside Shakespeare. 2nd ed. Gen. ed. G. Blakemore Evans. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1997.
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