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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 148 of 307 You can criticize blowing things up as unliterary all you like but if Shakespeare had have had theatrical explosives, he would have destroyed half of London and called it art. Look at King Lear howling out in the storm: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Smite it flat! That is the kind of explosion the likes of Joel Silver and Jerry Bruckheimer would die for. Shakespeare is not just talking about smiting flat a building or a town or a castle or even a city. Remember, he's living in a world where they are only recently trying to get their little minds to comprehend that the earth is not flat but round and so he is saying he wants the wind to flatten the globe. Crunch. Aluminum can style. Nerdy Nephi would much rather go to the Shakespeare Experience rather than the Star Trek Adventure any day of the week but sometimes you've just got to take what's in front of you. By the middle of the second "show" of the Star Trek Adventure I was getting a little tired and I was ready to be released into the Star Trek'museum so that things would quit exploding all around me. I was also weary of Borg popping up next to me and trying to assimilate me every time my group turned a darkened |