TV and Movie connections

I watch a lot of movies and have been watching a lot of TV. I enjoy the story arc in TV shows: such as Dexter, the Killing, Eureka, X-files, etc… I was watching season 6 of Bones and the episode had an interesting character. A man dressed as a Shakespeare. In the show the psychologist states he has a dissociative personality. As such he only talks in Shakespearean language. (The word Shakespearean was in the spell check list. It is just that main stream.) I was thinking about how many TV shows or movies I have seen that made a connection to Shakespeare.

The Ghost of Cantervile, I love this movie. How can one not love this movie, Patrick Stewart stars as the agnostic character. The female lead,, connects with him because quote “you are ruining my life with your fake blood act.” Anyways they perform the scene in Hamlet where Hamlet’s dead father returns. Also you find early that he knew Shakespeare personally and helped create some of his fine plays. Anyways love, love this movie.

I can’t think of any other references off the top of my head but there are others.

Un-Shakespeare but Art Related

I know this doesn’t have anything to do with Shakespeare, but I thought that you would find it interesting Mr. Sexson. I have been doing research on my photography and came across this tidbit.

"Before mentioning the stages that led to the development of photography, there is one amazing, quite uncanny prediction made by a man called de la Roche (1729- 1774) in a work called Giphantie. In this imaginary tale, it was possible to capture images from nature, on a canvas which had been coated with a sticky substance. This surface, so the tale goes, would not only provide a mirror image on the sticky canvas, but would remain on it. After it had been dried in the dark the image would remain permanent. The author would not have known how prophetic this tale would be, only a few decades after his death."

Click on the above paragraph to take you to the website where this information was found and more information about the beginning of photography.

Flyting

In the past my sister and I have had right out arguments that usually ended with me in tears. I think it had a lot to do with my sister having been nine years older then me. All the same I used to call her lizard breathe, four eyes (until the 5th grade when I received my four eyes mark), small fry (funny she was the shortest out of the mediate family.) In return I was called little brat, stinky, and at one time a string of bad words. That is when I ended in tears. If I am remembering rightly I had taken something of hers without asking and broke it. She didn't take it well.
My niece came to live with my folks and me, before I had moved down here for school: the tables have turned and I have become big meanie and she the little brat.
There have been other flyting experiences but that is all for now.

Paper Thoughts

My paper is exploring the comment "Love is Tormenting"...
between Romeo and Juliet and Othello and Desdemona.

In a Dream

I had another thought. I recently saw the movie SuckerPunch. Warning Spoiler Alert!!! In my previous blog talking about MSND I mentioned the idea of dreams and that the play may have just been a dream. Like Milton's Paradise Lost. If you read an author's background on Paradise Lost, Milton says his muse came to him in a dream and told him what to write. I want to touch on the muse idea in another blog this blog is about dreams and the layers of dreams within the movies SuckerPunch. The main character, Baby Doll, has multiple "dreams." Her first is an escape into a 30's gentleman's club where she would dance. In this dream the main aspect is trying to escape before the high roller comes. She finds that when she dances she transfixes everyone and while she dances we enter into her other dream world. Which is mixed with intricacies of there own: I mean by the various landscapes post apocalyptic, a castle, a train with Terminator style robots, and a Chinese holy place. Each of these places she finds an item that she needs to escape. To end she realizes what the sage told her: "It will be the greatest sacrifice." Herself which allows someone to escape and brings us back to "reality." Where she is getting an icepick lobotomy at the mental institution. The slogan for the movie " Reality is a Prison." Living in her own dream seemed to be her only escape from "this" life. This brings back the topic of dreams, perhaps, in MSND when Puck says that this is a dream maybe it really was a dream. An unconscious collective of four people sharing in the concept of love and lost.

At the Beginning Again

Alas playing "catch-up" for a lost of words at which I still feel I am, but I have to do what I have to do. So to begin again:

Midsummer Night's Dream

Why Act 5?

I theorized that Shakespeare added Act 5 for:

Reason 1. I believe that he was satirizing the rest of the play. The mechanics of the play put on a horrible performance of Pyramus and Thisbe which is the myth that Romeo and Juliet is thus based off and the inverse of said play is *bells rings* Midsummer Night's Dream. It is based off of all the misinterpretations of what happened during the course of the play. During the night spent in the woods.

Reason 2.To encompass the idea of Dreams. (Freud would be so proud) At the beginning of Act 5 Thesus doesn't believe the lover's story of what happened in the "woods." He believes they are fables made for little kids; however, Hippolyta retorts by saying it was the same dream how can it not be truth. Towards the end Puck throws this out to the audience if we offended anyone then it was all just a dream.

I enjoy the idea of maybe it was all a dream. I wrote a short "soap opera" story for my friend in high school. She was the main character. She is bonked on the head and discovers she has ESP. Later she finds her boyfriend killed his mother and brother. The phone begins ringing right before the "final blow" because she had discovered his secret but she wakes up. Her dream boyfriend is leaning over her asking what is wrong. She said it was a dream and nothing more, but asks him where his mother and brother are. He replies with the same answer from the dream and in the background the phone begins to ring. And what a coincidence my friends name is Miranda.

Convoluted

It has been awhile since I have written. I stare at my blank canvas and can never figure exactly what to write. The line just blinks, awaiting patiently for something to do, but with a long sigh I exit the screen. I read some of the other blogs and see that my blog is sub par and that I need to step up my game and now in more ways then one. I have so many thoughts dancing around in my mind that they are convoluted when I jot them down. People may skim or actually read what I type, but not always know what the devil I am trying to say. I suppose it doesn't help that some times I don't know what I am always saying; however, with spring break coming up I will have that extra time needed to by my heart's romantic and write passionately and share my thoughts and answers. Well I look forward to sharing with you...