shakespeare
sucks
How
would anyone enjoy a Shakespeare play? I wonder maybe it happens because the
thing is so unbelievably boring, so damn dullest, then people go to see if all
the alleged boredom holds up with facts.
And
they go, and they see, and all they can say after seeing the thing is that
that’s all true, the last two, three, or even four hours spent by them in the
theatre were, beyond any doubt, the longest, the lengthiest, the wordiest of
their entire lives.
But
now what to do? Everybody is leaving the theatre with a smile in the face and a
word of compliment in the lips, and not a single soul to acknowledge the simple
truth, to candidly utter that all people’s smiles are because they reached the
end of an ordeal alive and with no permanent harm, at least at first view.
Let’s
say the truth, Shakespeare sucks. The only way Shakespeare could be more
deadening than Shakespeare was if his work came as an opera, and this, I bet,
somebody already must have done, if you’re curious, because I’m not, go google and
check it out. And, obviously, everybody who went to see that shakespearean opera came out the theatre pretending to be in a pure state of uttermost bliss.
But
you know, I know, even they know, all they could really feel is relief.
Shakespeare
simply sucks.
