Hamlet movie review

Dorris 2022-06-20 19:33:55

"Hamlet" is the representative work of Shakespeare's tragedy. The ideological content has reached an unprecedented depth and breadth, profoundly revealing the evil and essential characteristics of the society at the end of the feudal period. In terms of the inner performance of the characters, "Hamlet" is the most confusing, or the most philosophical. "Hamlet", also known as "The Prince's Revenge", mainly tells the story of a prince fighting his uncle in order to avenge his dead father.

In my opinion, the ultimate value of Hamlet is the value of human beings. Human values ​​include light and darkness, kindness and cruelty, innocence and obscenity, decisiveness and hesitation, and other extreme human qualities. At the same time, Hamlet is like stepping on a tightrope. , who often teeter cautiously between two extreme values.

"To live or to destroy, this is a question worth thinking about." There are countless interpretations of the well-known saying, my understanding: should we live in fear of the unknown pain of hell, or should we bravely break free from the shackles of fate, even if Could the result be irreversible? Is Buddhist perseverance magnanimity or cowardice? Is the tragic heroic revolt brave or not adept? Which of them is more expensive? Is this a mystery? As far as the main line of this drama is concerned, Hamlet killed his uncle, from a rational point of view (only representing my understanding), it doesn't seem to change the fact that his father died, it just avenged the blood and hatred, which didn't change anything. matter. With the development of things, Hamlet is in a very embarrassing situation, he accidentally killed Laertes, how should he face his beloved - Ophelia? After that, how did he face his mother?

This drama reflects the darkness of the society at that time, and also reflects the author's humanistic thought.

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Hamlet quotes

  • [Hamlet descends the stairs to the sepulcher, to visit his father's tomb. His eyes are red with grief. He looks around warily, as though wondering if the Ghost might appear. He's depressed on many accounts: he's just frightened Ophelia, whom he loves; he himself is frightened by the Ghost's command to kill his uncle; he's been playing a madman all this time in order to kill his uncle, and he is afraid to continue to do any of these things]

    Hamlet: To be, or not to be, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep no more...

    [He gazes at the skeletons residing in niches of the sepulcher]

    Hamlet: ...and by a sleep to say...

    [He finally comes to his father's tomb]

    Hamlet: ...we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to!

    [Hamlet rests his fists upon his father's tomb, closes his eyes, and shapes his hands into prayer position]

    Hamlet: 'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep. To sleep -

    [in alarm at the idea, he stands and paces]

    Hamlet: - perchance to dream! Aye, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.

    [He lays his head upon his father's tomb]

    Hamlet: [viciously] For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

    [He stares at the ground, near to weeping]

    Hamlet: Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?

    [He looks at the ceiling, or to Heaven]

    Hamlet: Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...

  • Hamlet: The play's the thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.