#booth & williams

[spookykiwisworld]

I really like the idea that the nations aren’t Always working in the govt and sometimes just do their own thing?? like get random degrees and hobbies?? I feel like Matt was some hockey player at some point in some old league as a side thing. Alfred is currently yung gravy

[romanceatheart]

Romeo and Juliet 2013

[shakespearenews]

“A letter came to me a few years ago from a long-retired actress who had, as a youngster, been taken to see Edwin Booth play King Lear. It seems that towards the end of the play, when the mad Lear was brought face to face with his daughter Cordelia, there was a sharp pause, then – for a second that couldn’t quite be caught or measured – a startled, desperate, longing flicker of near-recognition stirred somewhere behind the old man’s eyes, and then – nothing. The entire audience rose, without thinking, to its feet. It didn’t cheer. It simply stood up. It was as though a single electrical discharge had passed from one body on the stage, instantaneously, through a thousand bodies in the auditorium. Something had been plugged into a socket; two forces had met.

This meeting is what the theater is all about; it is its greatest power . . . The theater gains its natural – and unique – effect not from the mere presence of live actors, or the happy accident of an occasional lively audience, but from existence of a live relationship between these two indispensible conspirators, signaling to one another through space.”

–Walter Kerr (1913-1996) Author and Theater Critic From his book THE THEATER IN SPITE OF ITSELF

[gacougnol]

William Edwin Booth (American, 1908 - 1995)

Morning Mist

1954

[sesiondemadrugada]

Camille (George Cukor, 1936).

[agir1ukn0w]

in conclusion save the horse ride a cowboy🐎

[didanagy]

Mary Shelley (2017)

dir. haifaa al-mansour

[riddled-forensic]

This

But in one of these

[deadpresidents]

The Seward attempt is wild because Powell tried to shoot (at point blank range) the first son that intercepted him but the gun jammed (at which point he bludgeoned the son with it and cracked his head open but he lived) and while he maimed Seward, the only reason he didn’t manage to kill him was because Seward rolled off the bed onto the floor and it was dark enough in the room that Powell couldn’t see very well. Seward’s bloodstained sheet is actually on display in the Seward House museum in Auburn NY in a room set up to look like Seward’s bedroom in his Washington house.

Seward had also been badly injured in a carriage accident a little over a week before the assassination attempt and was wearing a bandage or brace on his face to help heal a broken jaw.

The metal from the brace and the thick canvas of the bandages helped protect Seward when Powell started stabbing him. Seward was still nearly killed by Powell, but that probably kept the attack from being fatal. It's pretty remarkable that Seward not only survived, but eventually went back to work as Secretary of State and even bought Alaska!

[storyofmorewhoa]

Tomb of the Lovers of Teruel in San Peter’s Church Romeo and Juliet (2013)

[exit-babylon]

[amaritheartist]

WAS NOBODY GOING TO TELL ME THAT WILL WOOD RE-RELEASED THE NORMAL ALBUM YESTERDAY???

Literally made a Love, Me Normally bracelet yesterday! How???

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

Summer TCA - July 11, 2024 Hallmark Panel

(photos from Hallmark's official Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts)

[britneyshakespeare]

The actor Junius Brutus Booth in costume as Edmund Mortimer in Shakespeare’s Henry IV, Part 1 (1823), painted by John B. Neagle

[creamecream]

Headcanon/Thought: Sinners use different names than their ones in life because it’s a very bad idea to give out your true name, especially to fae creatures and demons.

[shakespearenews]

Lincoln loved theatre; in his four years as President, he attended more than a hundred plays. “This is act vee one eye,” he’d whisper to his little son Tad, reading out the Roman numerals on the playbill. And he loved Ford’s: in December, 1863, he’d sat in its Presidential Box for two consecutive nights of “Henry IV”—“pause us till these rebels now afoot / Come underneath the yoke of government”—and that November, ten days before he delivered the Gettysburg Address, he’d seen John Wilkes Booth perform at Ford’s. 

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Long before Lincoln became President, “Macbeth” had been his favorite play. As a young lawyer, he carried a copy of it in his pocket. John Wilkes Booth had often played the title role. “After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well,” Lincoln had said, days before his death, reading a speech from the play. “After being hunted like a dog . . . I am here in despair,” Booth wrote in his last diary entry. “And why? For doing what Brutus was honored for.”

Booth, the overactor who knew only rage and self-pity, was best known for his performance as Richard III, scheming, enraged, crippled, doomed. A horse! A horse! He performed it, as was standard on the nineteenth-century stage, using a loose seventeenth-century adaptation that cribbed from other Shakespeare plays. “All quiet—after Richard twice tries to rise and cannot,” he once scrawled on a blank page in his prompt book, across from Richard’s dying lines (borrowed from “Henry IV”): “Now let the world no longer be a stage / To feed contention in a lingering act . . . On bloody actions, the rude scene may end, / And darkness be the burier of the dead!” Long after Lincoln’s death, as one tale has it, Edwin Booth opened his brother’s trunk and found inside theatrical costumes that had belonged to John Wilkes and their father, many stitched by his mother. He tugged them out and burned them: Iago’s ruffed tunic, Mark Antony’s flowing toga, Richard’s long cloak, each by each, in the dead dark of an American night.