Many works are happy to use the good or bad of the ending to judge the characters. The so-called "good and evil will pay off", but some writers don't like this method of preaching by vindicators. They create tragic plots and endings just for this sadness. I don't know exactly where Shakespeare stands on this play, but I'm by no means convinced that he is simply the former.
There are a lot of satires on religious inequality, and there are many depictions of the deprivation of religious rights. There are many comments made by predecessors, so I will no longer ink them. The important thing is that all this shows that Sherlock is not just a "bad guy", Shakespeare also saw a lot of disgusting phenomena in society. He can be the protagonist of the whole play, and his tragedy is distressing and understandable, and it is definitely not an accident or an exception. This is the charm of tragedy, regret and pain, pity and sympathy, are the elements that tragedy calls tragedy.
As a viewer who saw Al Pacino's work for the first time, I was shocked. It is indeed a completely uncontrollable rhythm. The acting is really great, and the image is too delicate and too poking into the heart. The most powerful thing is the expression on his face after being spat on. The expression is disgusting, habitual, shocked, numb, helpless, and accepting; it is simply a collection of thousands of years of discrimination against Judaism into one expression. I really doubt that Christians would have spit at the sight if they saw it. And the most unforgettable thing for me is that the two harrowing performances, using the weak hairspring of the voice, is like a knife in people's hearts.
Finally, about religion. From being spat on to being swept off my hat, and when I threatened to change my beliefs, I struggled desperately with the holy weapon in my hand, digging into my heart, and the performance of moaning and choking made me cry so much that I couldn't stop. What does faith really mean to a person? Are living and dying for faith really that simple and can be compared at will? When people who hate each other because of God deprive each other of what they love, it is like taking a pound of flesh from each other's heart. The ignorant human beings still happily torture each other, despise each other, and accuse each other. As everyone knows, your contempt may be a disaster for others, not only from your hatred and possessiveness, but also the source of estrangement and hostility, and it may be the beginning of self-destruction.
Sherlock is the most flesh-and-blood person compared to the others. Teachers classify it as a comedy, but I see in this tragedy a disregard of metaphors, countless exhortations, and countless indictments.
I hope that today's people will not repeat the mistakes of their predecessors. There is no right or wrong in hatred in the end, only destruction.
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