What a thrilling, adrenaline-pumping joy it was to open The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark this past weekend, in the "Shakespeare in the Theater" festival at The Brick, playing with the New Elizabethans of Loup Garou Internationale (only two shows left! tickets here!).
For those keeping score at home, this is the 4th production of this play I've worked on in one capacity or another (dating all the way back to 1993), and I'm struck anew at the seemingly-limitless depths of meaning that exist in this hoary old thing, just waiting to be plumbed. I'm also struck by the insights that have come flooding back to me during this process, from all of those productions, sometimes with startling specificity and clarity. A line-reading by Qarie Marshall or Anna Stromberg or Howard Thoresen or Monica Bueno; an incisive directorial slant by Matthew Gretzinger or John Henry Davis; a moment of visual beauty by Jeff Nash or Jane Stein. And so, so many others...
All that to say, I guess, that if you labored over one of those productions with me over the years, the play almost certainly revealed something of itself to me through your work, and you have probably been in my thoughts at some point over the last few weeks. Thank you.