janeeyreofmanderley:

I’d really like a Hamlet who doesn’t start out as distanced and sarcastic but naive, optimistic and affectionate by nature bit suddenly is thrown in an environment that makes it impossible for him to be himself.

I want him yearning to hug his mum at the wedding, and actually beaming with joy for the blink of an eye when Claudius praises him before being torn again, feeling as if he is betraying his real dad. I want him sobbing after his encounter with the ghost desperately hoping to prove the ghost wrong, talking of revenge as a necessity but being scared of it. Not because he is a coward but he can’t bear to loose his faith in humanity, to see his safe world shattered.

In that context the nunnery speech could also be done in an almost loving way, despite the harsh words. Seeing his world fall apart he wants to rescue the last bit that is whole in it. Ophelia. Believing that monastery walls can really shut out the world that he is facing but that is not his world and he’d much rather make peace with mother and uncle and feel loved once more just…..

He can’t.

(Also his speech after Polonius’ death not in a mocking way but in a state bordering hysteria, filled with blank horror)