Word: ophelias
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...line dramatic critics have recently been aghast at the impertinence of the King's Way theatre in London in producing "Hamlet" in modern settings and modern costumes. In this production the melancholy Dane himself wore a well-tailored pair of knickerbockers. Ophelia went raving mad in the old regrettable fashion, even though quite up to date with a boyish bob and scandalously short skirt; and Laertes proved himself an adept at inhaling cigarettes. On the face of it, the play thus produced appeals as a clever burlesque; yet the producers seem to have been quite serious, being convinced that, after...
...faded Ophelia in the copper-lined bathtub...
...eager, never did get a man and made her exit as a faded Ophelia in the copper-lined bathtub. Tireless, generous Maggie at last gave birth-to a mortal cancer. Victor fended off decrepitude with cold plunges and Lily's listless adulation, but the Wilmington debutantes thought him more and more an old foolish, with his hoary jokes and palsied, piddling gallantry...
Alack, and fie for shame. . . . and others of the warped lyrics of Ophelia-the Ophelia whom the Hamlet of John Barrymore demented. Her present performance gives pledge of a considerable ability in light opera if presented without so many physical restrictions. Her colleagues were moderately well equipped for other assignments. Particularly pleasant was Edgar Stehli's interpretation of the rotund Bunthorne...
...that he had meant Hamlet to be mad, and just to prove it, he had written two new scenes. Mr. Chaloner then read them, announced sternly that "Mister Shakespeare's" spirit had promised they should some day be produced on Broadway. When that happens, no one will recognize Hamlet. Ophelia will no longer be mad. "Mister Shakespeare" said he only made Ophelia mad to show he could do it, and since the only result has been the deplorable one of apparently making insanity catching in the play, he has decided to let the poor girl alone...