I don't understand Shakespeare. I want to. I really want to. Most of the time though, it's just really boring.
But ... tonight, we went to see Hamlet on Alcatraz. All four hours of it, including the ferry to and from the island. The production started on the boat, and the small audience followed the characters from dock to yard to prison cell to cavernous hall to secret grassy knoll to another prison cell and then back to the yard. Along the way, we passed the twinkling skyline of a clear San Francisco night.
Hamlet was played by a woman. But she was broodingly masculine and strangely appealing and sexy. The whole gimmick worked. It was the most engaging live production of Shakespeare I've seen.