Brillant film, reminiscent of a cross between Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment and Albert Camus’ The Stranger in terms of plot, character, tone, exploration of the subconscious, and moral examination.
“pickpocket” (1959) directed by Robert Bresson
Genre: Crime, Drama
Summary: “Michel is released from jail after serving a sentence for thievery. His mother dies and he resorts to pickpocketing as a means of survival.”
Summary: “Charlotte is leaving. Before catching her train, she goes to her apartment for a quick snack — a steak, as it happens. Walter accompanies her; the little time Charlotte will take to prepare and eat her steak represents his last opportunity to patch things up with her. A tall order, given the utterly unromantic circumstances…”
One of my favorite Shakespearian plays, Hamlet is beloved for Hamlet’s sharp wit, visceral melancholy, and famous “To be or not to be” speech.
BUT Poor Ophelia, caught in the arms of Hamlet in her grave, he swearing by forty-thousand brothers, all too late. Like Helena Bonham Carter, I agree that the character of Ophelia is paled to Hamlet certainly, but throughout the entire play as well. Her ‘mad scene’ is as significant to that of Lady Macbeth’s sleepwalking scene, perhaps more subtle, but nonetheless imbued with meaning. Like Macbeth, the audience never witnesses the leading lady’s suicide, and each women’s tragic influence by their male counterparts is rarely acknowledged. Ophelia, driven mad with her father’s murder at the hands of her lover, lost completely without Polonius’ or Laertes’ guidance, devastated by an absent Hamlet’s scorn, on the surface seems to revert back to childhood, wandering the halls of Elsinore, unkept and furtive, singing. However, her song is a vulgar one, a dirge of an unrequited lover.
Ophelia is known as a naive, obedient child. But she is much more than that. She lived in the shadow of men with loose tongues all her life, and when they left one by one, first her brother, Laertes, then her father, Polonius, and lastly, her lover, Hamlet, she had no way to tell which way was north and which was south, and she lost her way. She was torn between loyalty to her heart, Hamlet, and her blood, Polonius, never having been shown loyalty and love to herself. As the bearer of truth, she is doomed to die, and be ignored, misunderstood, taken advantage of, and under appreciated.
The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark-William Shakespeare-http://shakespeare.mit.edu/hamlet/full.html
Hamlet and His Problems by T.S. Elliot-http://www.bartleby.com/200/sw9.html
2. Hamlet (1996) directed by Kenneth Branagh who stars as Hamlet. Full adaptation of the play (just under 4 hrs)
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
I was the more deceived.
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners?
Sir Lancelot. A knight chivalrous, but unabashedly oblivious. He is infamous as a knight of Camelot and lover of King Arthur’s wife Guinevere . If you’re interested I definitely recommend reading Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, & Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere as well as watching BBC One’s TV Series Merlin. There is also a scene in L.M. Montgomery’s series Anne of Green Gables where Anne enacts The Lady of Shalott and must be rescued by Gilbert.
Despite being faithful to King Arthur, Sir Lancelot carries on an affair with Queen Guinevere, because in his soul, he knew he loved her more than Virtue. He chose fidelity to his heart rather than the knight’s code, love over loyalty, over honor. After being glorified by her, he needed no laurels in battle, nor salvation from death. He sipped from the sweet cup of adultery, caring not for its bitter aftertaste.
In The Lady of Shalott, Sir Lancelot errs again though through no fault of his own. The accursed Lady of Shalott sets eyes on our knight and, overcome at the sight of him, leaves her place at the loom, thus damning herself to die.
I also reccomend the site LIT GENIUS: http://lit.genius.com/ for trusted annotation of poetry and prose alike.