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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead Rosencrantz Et Guildenstern Wikipdia Rosencrantz Et Guildenstern Sont Deux Personnages De La Pice De Thtre Hamlet De William Shakespeare Ces Deux Courtisans, Qui Apparaissent Toujours Ensemble, Sont Des Amis D Enfance De HamletLe Roi Claudius, Qui A Usurp Le Trne De Son Neveu Hamlet, Les Envoie Le Surveiller, Mais Hamlet Les Perce Rapidement Jour Aprs Le Meurtre De Polonius Par Hamlet, Rosencrantz EtRosencrantz And Guildenstern Wikipedia Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are DeadRosencrantz And Guildenstern Are In The Metaphorical Literal Wings Of The Great Events Going On Stage In Hamlet S Struggle For Vengeance On The Man Who Murdered His Father And Usurped The Throne R And G Are Bit Players In These Tragic Events And Yet The Plot Unfolds Through Their Eyes Brilliant Device, Making For Thrilling But At Times, Profoundly Disturbing, Drama The Fact That TheseRosencrantz Et Guildenstern Sont Morts Film WikipdiaRosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead English EditionRosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead Is A Play Which, As It Were, Takes Place In The Wings Of Hamlet, And Finds Both Humour And Poignancy In The Situation Of The Ill Fated Attendant Lords The National Theatre Production In Aprilmade Tom Stoppard S Reputation Virtually Overnight Its Wit, Stagecraft And Verbal Verve Remain As Exhilarating As They Were Then And The Play Has Become ARosencrantz And Guildenstern Shakespeare Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Fellow Students Of Hamlet At The University At Wittenberg Claudius, Suspicious And Afraid Of The Young Prince Whose Father He Has Murdered, Whose Mother He Has Married And Whose Throne He Has Stolen, Fearing The Action That Hamlet May Take Against Him, Sends For Them To Spy On The Young Prince Hamlet Welcomes Them Warmly, Appreciating Their Visit, Until HeRosencrantz Guildenstern Are DeadIMDb Directed By Tom Stoppard With Gary Oldman, Tim Roth, Richard Dreyfuss, Livio Badurina Two Minor Characters From The Play Hamlet Stumble Around Unaware Of Their Scripted Lives And Unable To Deviate From Them Brilliant. It's fitting to choose the British designation for how wonderful I think this play is, I believe. This play manages to be absolutely stand on its own hilarious, as well as a thoughtful meditation on many issues at the same time. It pushes neither on the viewer/reader on its own, nor predominantly. The satire is executed near flawlessly, and the comedic sensitivity (even in the saddest moments of the farce) could not be more on target. I very much usually wish to have some criticism to make, even of the classics that I review, but after having read this about five times, I still have none. It makes its points, delivers them well, and involves every audience I have seen when attending a production of it.

The only point I would make here is that if you can have some familiarity with Hamlet, I would imagine the play becomes much more funny. I saw it after knowing Hamlet quite well, so I haven't had the opposite experience. However, this is what I am told, and given the context of the play, I don't doubt it. First performed in 1966, Stoppard's short metatheatrical tragicomedy takes place on the margins of Shakespeare's most famous work: the story tracks the titular pair of friends as circumstances beyond their control land them in increasingly absurd scenarios, until their sudden and inexplicable deaths terminate the action of the play. Interruption and repetition characterize the dialogue, while confusion rules the scenes. The narrative's evasiveness makes for a disorienting but stimulating viewing experience, even as it impedes the play's ability to leave a lasting or forceful impact upon the audience. ROSENCRANTZ: Here we go again.

GUILDENSTERN: But I thought we were...?



ROSENCRANTZ: No such luck.

GUILDENSTERN: Are you positive? This doesn't look much like Elsinore.

ROSENCRANTZ: Of course it doesn't. We're in a different play.



TRUMP: Jesus Christ, how could you say that? Little white lies? Are you completely stupid?!

HICKS: [weeping] I couldn't, they were so, I didn't know what to—

TRUMP: You're fired!

HICKS: Oh, please, please Mr Trump, I promise I'll—

TRUMP: You heard me!

[They exit. HICKS's sobs diminish in the distance]

GUILDENSTERN: What play? Are we the stars this time?

ROSENCRANTZ: [peering upward] I can see the title.

GUILDENSTERN: So are we the stars?

ROSENCRANTZ: It says "Kim Jong III part 2".

GUILDENSTERN: We're not the stars then.

ROSENCRANTZ: 'Fraid not.

GUILDENSTERN: I never really believed we were.

[A pause]

GUILDENSTERN: What kind of play is it?

ROSENCRANTZ: [peering upward again] "A nuc—"


ROSENCRANTZ: "A nuclear tragedy".

GUILDENSTERN: What does that mean?

ROSENCRANTZ: "Will the world end tomorrow? It's a coin toss."

GUILDENSTERN: I still don't get it.

ROSENCRANTZ: I think I'm starting to understand.


ROSENCRANTZ: [Taking out a coin] You call.


ROSENCRANTZ: Heads. Shall we do it again?

[GUILDENSTERN nods, ROSENCRANTZ flips the coin]


ROSENCRANTZ: Heads. A third time?


[ROSENCRANTZ flips the coin and looks at it with a despairing expression]


GUILDENSTERN: [Pointing at the sky] What's that? I think it's getting closer.


CURTAIN An absurdest play with two idiot main characters and one of the most profound quotes of all time “We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” I watched this movie years ago and thought it was hilarious so I thought I'd check out the play that inspired the film. It's the ramblings of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern while Hamlet goes unnoticed, or at least misunderstood, by them in the background. In far over their heads, both in thematic prose and plot progression, what makes this play so hilarious is the irony. One of the few times irony can truly be claimed: the reader is aware of a humor lost on the characters when we have the foreknowledge of the wellknown fate of Rosen & Guild. My favorite part is the detached and indifferent discussion of death between Rosen & Guild when they think it's Hamlet forthcoming end but we the readers all know that it is their deaths they are tumbling towards unknowingly.

Their partinsightful, partidiotic discussions on chance, fate, death, friends, and word play is amusing. One of my favorite lines "A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself" is humorous because it is spoken by a seemingly nonsensical insane Guildenstern trying to appear intelligent about a Hamlet who is "stark raving sane" trying to appear unintelligent. The humor of selfevaluation in "talking nonsense not to himself" is lost on Guild.

I loved the questions game they played where they weren't allowed to make a statement, only ask questions and the rhetoric it produced. The incorrect assumptions they take on the mundane, taking nothing for given, even previously established facts was amusing as well. Such as: "The old man thinks he's in love with his daughter" received questions such as "He's in love with his daughter?" and "The old man is?" going back and forth until "Hamlet in love with the old man's daughter, the old man thinks" sets them straight. While their conversation is often idiotic, it is sometimes insightful, and amusing in both instances.

But while very witty, it was a little bit hard to follow at times, particularly the stage directions. It made me want to pull out Hamlet and reference the correlating scenes. It may be useful to have read Hamlet recently. I forgot what a great play that is. With the quick conversation and the double plays, I think the movie is a better forum for this and I'm putting this movie on my queue for a rewatch (and it was excellent once again). But what an original idea. Very funny. Give it a read or better yet go watch the movie.

A few of the quotes that struck me:
We're actors! We're the opposite of people.
A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself. Or just as mad. . .Stark raving sane.
Shouldn't we be doing something... constructive? ... What did you have in mind? A short, blunt human pyramid?
A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynastyand, by which definition, a philosopherdreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his twofold security.
Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?
In reponse to I don't believe in England: Just a conspiracy of cartographers?
We're still finding our feet ... I should concentrate on not losing your head.
Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well, at least I'm not dead.
We move idly toward eternity without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation.
If you're not even happy, what's so good about surviving?
Death is not...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not being. Each of us is the star of our own life. You may be a bit part in someone else’s narrative, but in your own mind, yours is the story that matters. Or you may struggle to find meaning in your own life, like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in this play by Tom Stoppard.

Last night I attended a live broadcast of the National Theatre production, starring Daniel Radcliffe and Josh McGuire. The set was very simple and the dialog was copious and delivered rapidly. I couldn’t help but admire how well they knew their parts.

There was definitely a “Waiting for Godot” vibe to the production, as R & G wait for some kind of sign or direction as to what they are supposed to be doing.

A knowledge of Shakespeare’s Hamlet isn’t necessary to appreciate this play, but I think it enhances the viewer’s appreciation.

Karmic retribution for false friends...Hamlet: "Thou hast killed me in thine heart...and now in my true heart let thy execution take place; to false friendshipa dungeon that neither you nor I shall be condemned to...let thy execution be my final act of friendship." (So sorry Bill!)
I first read this play either at school or at universityat any event, so long ago that I can no longer remember whenand it made me a fan of Tom Stoppard's work. Since that time I've seen productions of a number of his plays, including Arcadia (one of all time favourite pieces of theatre), Travesties and Rock 'n' Roll. However, until last night I'd not seen a production of this play, which kickstarted Stoppard's career as a playwright when it was staged at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in 1966.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is described as an absurdist, existentialist tragicomedy. It focuses on two minor characters from Hamlet who wait in the wings as Shakespeare's tragedy is played out around them, confused and confounded by what is happening, uncertain of their identities, unable to rely on their memories. While Stoppard has Ros and Gil (or is it Gil and Ros?) engage in deep discussions about the meaning of life and death, the conflict between art and reality and the randomness of fate, they completely miss the signficance to their own situation of the philosophical concepts involved in their discussions. They have no existence independent of each other and no existence outside Hamletand no understanding of what that means.

Two aspects of the play really stand out for me. One is its metatheatricality. The whole play is a piece of metatheatre given that the the central characters are characters in Hamlet and the action takes place within and around a performance of Hamlet. However, there are also conscious echoes of Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, discussions by the characters of theatrical performance and theory, repeated roleplaying by Ros and Gil, and more than one variation of Hamlet's playwithinaplay. The effect is a complex and layered exposition of theatrical artifice.

The other aspect of the play that I particularly love is the language. Stoppard's wordplay is dazzlingly witty and inventive, while demonstrating how language can be used to confound and obfuscate reality and truth.

The Sydney Theatre Company production of the play I saw last night was brilliant, with wonderful performances, sensational set and costumes and great direction. I laughed until I cried. That has to indicate a great night at the theatre.


Description: Hamlet told from the worm'seye view of two minor characters, bewildered Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Echoes of Waiting for Godot resound, reality and illusion mix, and where fate leads heroes to a tragic but inevitable end.

A revisit via youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T4SVV...

Youtube is handy but in this case I crave the DVD to play on the eight foot screen.


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