Everyone made a big deal about Hamlet being in love with his mother. The Freudian interpretation of this scene is really hard to shake, despite the complete lack of any textual evidence for it. There is nothing in this scene that suggests an incestuous bond between Hamlet and Gertrude.
Now, if someone wanted to make a case for Hamlet being in love with his FATHER, for that, there’d be no shortage of evidence. This description of his father’s face is as rhapsodic as any lover’s atomization of their beloved. This is a man who loves his daddy. A lot. And I know he’s dead and we all tend to romanticize the dead – we look on them with a rosy colored, golden tinged retro lens. But this is a fairly extreme example. I mean, EVERY GOD had a hand in the making of his father? So many he doesn’t even name them all? Jove, Mars, Mercury, Hyperion and More?!
And, yes, he is likely exaggerating in the hopes of making his mother feel bad – but really? The ENTIRE PANTHEON? Hamlet Sr. must have been one handsome man.
Even the language about this is sensuous. “New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill”? If Hamlet wants to kiss any member of his family, (and I’m not saying he does – I’m actually pretty sure he doesn’t,) it is his dad.