A series of questions is not only its own meaning, but also a part of the game. Two dragons, big R and big G, no one knows who is who. In a troupe, the rehearsal is also a performance, and the performance is also a preview. An old man, both the troupe master and the ghost of the king, told them: We only play pantomimes because the words are full of ambiguities. Just like R said to G at the beginning, we only have words, but the two of them desperately caught them, and there is no need to doubt that they did not catch anything. But who would have thought that what was distorted was not only words, but also time and space-the corridor where Big G couldn't go out, the sound hit the border and bounced back, Big R's paper airplane flew around and returned to the original place. From the place where these uncertainties overflowed, it was broken, and each fragment was twisted, displaced, and spliced. So a complete and comfortable classical vase becomes a modern artwork, and the classic interpretation becomes absurd.
But some things are definite and unchanging, and things that are definite and unchanging are definite and unchanging. No matter what those things are, from the perspective of probability, they should change so much. A hundred coin flips are all headshots. Big G said to Big R, at least equal opportunities. If six monkeys...he paused for a while, he just couldn't catch the word "Shakespeare", so what? Even if there are countless opportunities, the slightest effort is lost. Big R can be Big G, Big G can also be Big R, but he is sure it is not Newton, Watt, Archimedes, Galileo, Wright Brothers or Uncle McDonald's. There is always something to tell him that it's not, it's not, it's wrong. Nobody is sure it's just Nobody. Of course, their hanging is also certain. Eight people died, not six. This is also the part that cannot be changed. Polonius was assassinated, Ophelia drowned, Leotis and Hamlet were poisoned with swords, Claudius was killed, Gertrude drank the wine. And Shakespeare also wrote "Rosencrantz and Gildenston are dead". Because mortals are mortal, otherwise it is not finished. This was guaranteed by the troupe's troupe, God's grandfather, and George R.R. Martin.
Generally speaking, this is a very, very delicate drama. I am not particularly satisfied with it. If a play is so sophisticated, and a playwright is so smart, the audience will inevitably expect something more, or feel that something is missing. On the other hand, the scripting has little appeal to the audience, and there is no time for him to take care of them. They are in High...
Fortunately, there are some expectations that will not fail, such as Sirius and 1900 taking turns selling cute... There can always be more. These two can be brought into the personalities of Van Gogh and Gauguin in "Longing for Life".
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