honestly hamlet 1.2 should always be set at a dinner table because it is the entire Family Dinner Experience right there. you have the annoying nosy relatives, you have the crushing parental disapproval, you have yourself unfavorably compared with others of your age, it’s the whole package
A modern retelling of Hamlet set in New York City. Hamlet gauges his uncle’s guilt by taking him to see The Lion King on Broadway and observing him in the merch line at intermission.
When I walk into the mall and see Christmas decorations up the day after Halloween, I feel the same way Hamlet did when his mom married his annoying uncle so shortly after his father’s death.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the Halloween Mars Bars/Did coldly furnish forth the Christmas stockings