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twelfth night main plot: haha bisexual love triangle that is gay in both directions! haha mistaken identity and gender fuckery haha

malvolio side plot:

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hey um i’ve got some bad news. we mulled your boyfriend. he fell in the wine and we mulled him. yeah with the cinnamon sticks.

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in the club suffering a sea change into something rich and strange

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november 17, 2024

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I don’t have a firm stance on whether hamlet is “mad” or just acting and I also think that’s not a great question because obviously there’s degrees and I don’t think it can be answered with “he is” or “he isn’t.” but there are two moments in hamlet where I always think “oh, he’s really lost it.”

the first is when he’s making jokes about Polonius’ dead body in front of the whole court, when he won’t tell them where he’s hidden his corpse. even the fact that he’s hidden it is horrific and makes no sense—obviously his mom knows, obviously she’s telling everyone, obviously there will be consequences. so why did he do it? why did he drag polonius from behind the curtains in his mother’s room to the stairs, drag his body up the stairs, and into the lobby—he’s got to have blood all over him from the struggle, there’s got to be blood all over the stairs. is ophelia nearby? is anyone taking care of her? does anyone usher her away? or is she around the corner, listening? does she hear hamlet joking about how her father will be food for the worms, and that is how she finds out her father is dead?

the second moment is when hamlet is talking about what he’s done to rosencrantz and guildenstern. it’s not really clear there’s something off from anything he says, but from the way horatio responds. all of horatio’s responses are remarkably short, mostly one sentence, monosyllabic replies—go look at the scene in V.2, he’s almost speechless. there’s something wrong with hamlet, really wrong, horatio can tell—and it disturbs him. maybe he call tell from his tone, maybe from the way hamlet brings up conscience twice and asks horatio to confirm that his own is “perfect,” maybe something in his face or his eyes. we don’t know. we’re not told, by stage directions or otherwise, that something’s wrong. but we know from horatio’s replies. horatio sees something that the audience can’t quite distinguish, something really, deeply wrong with his friend—he sees he’s not acting.

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the curse of local theatre is that a show can change you forever and there is no recording of it anywhere at all and after a few years all you have are scattered memories and the knowledge that you were different before.

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$1 butch odysseus comm for @measureformeasure! this was a treat. for both of us

interested? check out my commission sheet here!

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hamlet, bouncing onstage for his fifth unwanted soliloquy of the day:

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hamlet x ophelia mixed messages amv

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from a conversation with @butchhamlet

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they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes