Hamlet. What a guy. He’s a real character. To put into simple
terms: he is a little crazy, mad even. But in all honesty, he is the only
character with some sanity. He sees everything with a clear point of view. He
sees everything as it is. No more, no less.
He is able to see right through everyone’s lies and charades.
For example, Hamlet confronts Guildenstern, “…how unworthy a thing you make of
me! You would play upon me… Call me what instrument you will, though you (can)
fret me, you cannot play upon me.” He detected Rosencrantz and Guildenstern evasiveness
throughout the play. Hamlet is not one to mess with. He will call you out on your own faults and insecurities.
Hamlet is an actor in himself, while he is an actor in the
actual play Hamlet. He plays everyone
else while pretending to be mad, which he is mad. Pretty much this whole play is
an inception of inceptions. Yes, he sees his dead father. And yes, he obsesses
over getting his uncle/stepfather (gross) to admit to killing his true father.
But he is just a paranoid boy seeking some clarity in all this madness.
I mean put yourself in his shoes. Your mother married your
uncle, who is your father’s brother. Also, the same uncle killed your father
for the throne. And everyone is against you. I would say Hamlet has a right to
be a little mad and paranoid.
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