Shakespeare’s existing work famously contains a wider vocabulary than that of any other author. It’s ironic, then, that this splendid performance of one of Shakespeare’s most demanding and knotty plays mostly inspires me to overawed vulgarity.
Holy shit. David Tennant as Hamlet. I knew he was a good actor, but now I see what all that “greatest actor of his generation” business was all about. He burns up the screen in this motherfucker. As my friend Dan describes it, “Shakespeare ‘s characters say everything in the suavest, most perfect fucking way it can be said.” Dr. Who went on semi-hiatus while Tennant could star in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s stage production. I naturally assumed that I’d never get to see it, but this Christmas the BBC aired an adaptation of the stage play. When Tennant’s on screen, you can’t stop looking at him. He’s absolutely compelling every fucking second he’s on screen. Mel Gibson, Laurence Olivier, and Kenneth Branagh are now David Tennant’s bitches.