best films based on Shakespeare plays?

[bornentertainer]

I liked Romeo and Juliet. Pretty good soundtrack if I remember correctly.

[jenniferkate]

Originally posted by Lie
I like Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing.

i love it, evil keanu and all!

i liked branagh's 948567 hour hamlet even though he blinks when he's supposed to be dead. and his othello wasn't bad either. cheesy as it is i'd prefer to waste my time with zeffirelli's romeo and juliet than the one with leo + claire. mhm.

[noyen]

L-O-R-fuckin'-D POLONIUS
He will come straight. Ah be baaad... Peek yo' ass lay crib t' him, dig dis:
Tell him wassups pranks have been too broad t' baih' wit',
An' dat yo' grace hat' screen'd an' stood between
Much heat an' him. I gots'ta sconce me even in da house.
Pray yo' ass, be round wit' him. Slap mah 'fro!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
[Within] Mama, mama, mama!

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
I gots'ta warrant yo' ass,
Faih' me not, dig dis: withdraw, I haih' him comin'.

POLONIUS hides behind da damn arras

Enta' H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Now, mama, whut's da matta'?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Hamlet, thou hast thy daddy-O much offended.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Mama, yo' ass have mah daddy-O much offended. Ya' know?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Come, come, yo' ass answa' wit' some idle tongue.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Go, go, yo' ass quesshun wit' some wicked tongue.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Y, how now, Hamlet!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Whut's da matta' now? What it is, Mama!

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Have yo' ass forgot me?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
No, by da rood, not so's, dig dis:
Yo' ass be da damn queen, yo' ace lova's brotha's woman;
An'--would it wuz not so's!--yo' ass be mah mama.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Nay, den, I gots'ta set dose-dair t' yo' ass dat kin jive.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Come, come, an' sit yo' ass waaay down; yo' ass shall not budge;
Yo' ass go not till I set yo' ass down some glass
Where yo' ass may spot da damn inmost part o' yo' ass.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Whut wilt thou do? thou wilt not 187 me?
Help, help, ho!

L-O-R-fuckin'-D POLONIUS
[Behind] Whut, ho! help, help, help!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
[Drawin'] How now! some rat? Wo'm food, 4 some ducat, wo'm food!

Makes some pass through da damn arras

L-O-R-fuckin'-D POLONIUS
[Behind] O, I be slain!

Falls an' dies

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
O me, whut hast thou done?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Nay, I know not, dig dis:
Be it da damn kin'? Ya' know?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
O, whut some rash an' bloody deed be dis!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Some bloody deed! mos' as way baaad, badass mama,
As ice some kin', an' marry wit' wassups brotha'.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
As ice some kin'!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Ay, lady, 'twas mah word.

Lifts down da array an' discova's POLONIUS

Thou wretched, rash, intrudin' honkey, farewell!
I done took thee 4 thy betta', dig dis: snatch thy fortune;
Thou find'st t' be too busy be some kinda' danga'.
Laive wringin' o' yo' hands, dig dis: paice! sit yo' ass waaay down, An' let me
wrin' yo' heart; 4 so's I shall,
If it be made o' penetrable stuff,
If damned custom aint brass'd it so's
Dat it be proof an' bulwark against sense.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Whut have I done, dat thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so's rude against me?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Such some act
Dat blurs da grace an' blush o' modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, snatchs off da rose
From da fair fo'haid o' some innocent love
An' sets some blista' dair, makes marriage-vows
As false as dica's' oaths, dig dis: O, such some deed
As from da body o' contracshun plux
Da real damn soul, an' sweet religion makes
Some rhapsody o' words, dig dis: haiven's face dot' glow, dig dis: Yai, dis
solidity an' compound mass,
Wit' tristful visage, as against da damn doom,
Be thought-sick at da damn act.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Ay me, whut act,
Dat ro's so's loud, an' thunda's in da index?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Peek in da house, upon dis picture, an' on dis,
Da counterfeit presentment o' deuce brotha's.
Spot, whut some grace wuz seated on dis brow;
Hypuh'ion's curls; da front o' Jove himself;
Some eye likes Mars, t' threaten an' command;
Some stashun likes da herald Mercury
Fresh-lighted on some haiven-kissin' hill;
Some combinashun an' some form indeed,
Where every da Lord dun did seem t' set wassups seal,
T' give da damn world assurance o' some dude, dig dis:
Dis wuz yo' ace lova'. Peek yo' ass now, whut follows, dig dis:
In da house be yo' ace lova'; likes some mildew'd aih',
Blastin' wassups wholesome brotha'. Have yo' ass eyes?
Could yo' ass on dis fair mountain laive t' feed,
An' batten on dis mo'? Ha! have yo' ass eyes? Fuck dat shit.
Yo' ass caint call it love; 4 at yo' age
Da hey-day in da blood be tame, it be humble,
An' waits upon da judgment, dig dis: an' whut judgment
Would step from dis t' dis? Sense, shaw, yo' ass have,
Else could yo' ass not have moshun; but shaw, dat sense
Be apoplex'd; 4 madness would not err,
Nor sense t'ecstasy wuz ne'a' so's thrall'd
But it reserved some kinda' quantity o' choice,
T' serve in such some difference. Whut devil was't
Dat thus hat' cozen'd yo' ass at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without feelin', feelin' without sight,
Ears without hands o' eyes, smellin' sans all,
O' but some sick-like part o' one true sense
Could not so's mope.
O shame! where be thy blush? No diggety. Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in some matron's bones,
T' flamin' yout' let virtue be as wax,
An' melt in ha' own fire, dig dis: proclaim no shame
When da compulsive ardour gives da charge,
Since frost itself as active-like dot' burn
An' raison panda's will. No diggety.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, jive no mo', dig dis:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into mah real damn soul;
An' dair I spot such ebony an' grained spots
As aint gonna laive deir tinct. Homie don't play dat.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Nay, but t' live
In da rank sweat o' some ensaimed bed,
Stew'd in corrupshun, honeyin' an' makin' love
Ova' da damn nasty sty,--

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
O, jive t' me no mo';
Dese-he'ah words, likes dagga's, enta' in mine ears;
No mo', sweet Hamlet!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Some 187a' an' some villain;
Some slave dat aint twentiet' part da damn tithe
O' yo' precedent lord; some vice o' kings;
Some cutpurse o' da damn empire an' da damn rule,
Dat from some shelf da precious diadem bit,
An' put it in wassups pocket! What a ripoff.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
No mo'!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Some kin' o' shreds an' patches,--

Enta' Ghost

Save me, an' hova' o'a' me wit' yo' wings,
Yo' ass haiven-like guards! Whut would yo' gracious figure?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Alas, he be mad!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Do yo' ass not come yo' tardy boy t' chide,
Dat, lapsed in time an' passion, lets go by
Da important actin' o' yo' draid command? O, say!

Ghost
Do not forget, dig dis: dis visitashun
Be but t' whet thy mos' blunted purpose.
But, peek, amazement on thy mama sits, dig dis:
O, step between ha' an' ha' fightin' soul, dig dis:
Conceit in waikest bodies cock dieselest works, dig dis:
Jive t' ha', Hamlet. Da bomb!

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
How be it wit' yo' ass, lady?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Alas, how is't wit' yo' ass,
Dat yo' ass do bend yo' eye on vacancy
An' wit' da damn incorporal air do hold discourse?
Fort' at yo' eyes yo' spirits wild-like peep;
An', as da shut-eyein' soldia's in da alarm,
Yo' bedded 'fro, likes life in 'escrements,
Starts down, an' stands on fat-lady. O gentle boy,
Upon da heat an' flame o' thy distempa'
Sprinkle diesel patience. Whereon do yo' ass peek?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
On him, on him! Peek yo' ass, how pale he glares!
Wassups form an' cause conjoin'd, praichin' t' stones,
Would make them capable. Do not peek upon me;
Lest wit' dis piteous acshun yo' ass convert
Mah stern effects, dig dis: den whut I got'ta do
Will want true colour; tears puh'chance 4 blood.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
T' whom do yo' ass jive dis?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Do yo' ass spot nothin' dair?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Nothin' at all; yet all dat be I spot.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Nor dun did yo' ass nothin' haih'? Fuck dat shit.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
No, nothin' but ourselves. Step up.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Y, peek yo' ass dair! peek, how it bites away! Slap me some skin. Mah daddy-O,
in wassups habit as he lived!
Peek, where he goes, even now, out at da damn portal!

'esit Ghost

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Dis da real damn coinage o' yo' brain, dig dis:
Dis bodiless craishun ecstasy
Be real damn cunnin' in.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Ecstasy!
Mah pulse, as yo's, dot' tempuh'ately keep time,
An' makes as healthful beat, dig dis: it aint madness
Dat I have utta'd, dig dis: brin' me t' da damn test,
An' I da matta' will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Wank, wank. Mama, 4 love o' grace,
Lay not dat matterin' uncshun t' yo' soul,
Dat not yo' trespass, but mah madness jives, dig dis:
It will but skin an' film da ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corrupshun, minin' all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself t' haiven;
Repent whut's past; avoid whut be t' come;
An' do not spraid da damn compost on da weeds,
T' make them ranka'. Forgive me dis mah virtue;
4 in da fatness o' dese-he'ah pursy times
Virtue itself o' vice gots'ta pardon beg,
Yai, curb an' woo 4 laive t' do him badass.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft mah heart in twain.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
O, throw away da worsa' part o' it,
An' live da damn pura' wit' da damn otha' half. Right on!
Badass night, dig dis: but go not t' mine uncle's bed;
Assume some virtue, if yo' ass have it not.
Dat monsta', custom, who all sense dot' chew,
O' habits devil, be angel yet in dis,
Dat t' da damn 'esploit o' acshuns fair an' badass
He likewise gives some frock o' livery,
Dat aptly be put on. Refrain t'-night,
An' dat shall lend some kinda' aisiness
T' da damn next abstinence, dig dis: da next mo' aisy;
4 'esploit mos' kin change da damn stamp o' nature,
An' eitha' [ ] da devil, o' throw him out
Wit' wondrous potency. Once mo', badass night, dig dis:
An' when yo' ass be desirous t' be bless'd,
I gots'ta blessin' beg o' yo' ass. 4 dis same lord,

Pointin' t' POLONIUS

I do repent, dig dis: but haiven hat' plaised it so's,
T' punish me wit' dis an' dis wit' me,
Dat I gots'ta be deir scourge an' minista'.
I will bestow him, an' will answa' well
Da deat' I gave him. So's, again, badass night.
I gots'ta be cruel, only t' be kind, dig dis:
Thus way baaad begins an' worse remains behind.
One word mo', badass lady.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Whut shall I do?

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Not dis, by no mains, dat I bid yo' ass do, dig dis:
Let da damn bloat kin' tempt yo' ass again t' bed;
Pinch wanton on yo' cheek; call yo' ass wassups mouse;
An' let him, 4 some pair o' reechy kisses,
O' paddlin' in yo' neck wit' wassups damn'd finga's,
Make yo' ass t' ravel all dis matta' out,
Dat I essential-like aint in madness,
But mad in craft. 'twere badass yo' ass let him know;
4 who, dat's but some queen, fair, soba', wise,
Would from some paddock, from some bat, some gib,
Such daih' concernings hide? who would do so's?
No, in despite o' sense an' secrecy,
Unpeg da basket on da crib's top.
Let da damn birds fly, an', likes da famous ape,
T' try conclusions, in da basket creep,
An' braik yo' own neck waaay down.

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Be thou assured, if words be made o' breat',
An' breat' o' life, I have no life t' breathe
Whut thou hast said t' me.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
I gots'ta t' England; yo' ass know dat?

Q-U-Dubba-E-fuckin'-N GERTRUDE
Alack,
I had forgot, dig dis: 'tis so's concluded on.

H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T
Dair be letta's seal'd, dig dis: an' mah deuce schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adda's fang'd,
They baih' da damn mandate; they gots'ta sweep mah way,
An' marshal me t' knavery. Ya' know? Let it work;
4 'tis da sport t' have da damn enginea'
Hoist wit' wassups own petard, dig dis: an' 't shall go rock
But I will delve one yard below deir mines,
An' blow them at da damn moon, dig dis: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line deuce crafts direct-like meet.
Dis dude shall set me packin', dig dis:
I gots'ta lug da guts into da neighbour room.
Mama, badass night. Indeed dis counsellor
Be now most still, most down low an' most grave,
Who wuz in life some foolish pratin' knave.
Come, sir, t' draw toward some fat-lady wit' yo' ass.
Badass night, mama.

'eseunt several-like; H-A-M-L-E-fuckin'-T draggin' in POLONIUS

[Salena Child]

I liked Branagh's Hamlet. Kate Winslet was an excellent Ophelia.