*cries*
When was the last time I cried at a theatre performance? Can't remember, anyway...
It was simply great – though I don't want to know what painkillers DT actually is on to jump around the stage like that. But, I have to give him that, he played his part just too well. I mean, he really fit the part. The teenage angsty bits and everything...
And the other actors were outstanding as well.
The part I liked best was the scene in Gertrude's bedroom. To me it had a really deep meaning – in that moment it was so obvious Gertrude was just as devastated at the loss of King Hamlet as was her son. But as a woman, what choice did she have but marry again? In that moment Hamlet and she had some bonding, a moment of trust when everything was said and done. Hamlet had turned so childlike that he could give in to that yearning for understanding, to be hugged by his Mum had have her acknowledge that they'd lost someone so precious to both of them. And Gertrude let her loss show as well. *long sigh*


All in all this performance made me want to go back into acting. Though, there'd be little chance in a professional sense for me. There's little demand for female character faces – and I'm definitely not a beauty face. XD
Also, female roles tend to be ungrateful. Ophelia, Gretchen... they basically just get thrown into darkness and discarded (as a convenient plot device, of course).

Afterwards we ran to the stage door and missed just about anyone. Patrick Steward did come out and give a few autographs, but most other actors ('cept Polonius and Guildenkrantz) vanished quickly. DT also signed a few things but (obviously) vanished quickly as well. Poor guy. Call it a mother's instinct, but I just want to tuck him in and nurse him back to health – considering the state he's in.