My English theatre friend was a little embarrassed by the filmmaker’s brassy enthusiasm for her work. She and her theatre colleagues felt a little uncomfortable about the filmmaker’s puffing up.

This is why I love theatremakers in the UK. These three are not alone in their quiet, gentle, modest creation of their work. They are not in the habit of self promotion. They speak quietly. This feels like the theatre way to them. This is not the case in my native land.

Where I come from, most theatre folk are brassy and loud and very much in the habit of puffing up both themselves and others. To my eye, this filmmaker was doing what I’ve seen nearly every American theatre maker do at some point or another. For me, it was normal. Not MY way…but still, normal. But could I be the odd ball in the theatre? In a way, this filmmaker was the odd one in the bunch by being brassy and loud. I can be the odd ball by being soft and go softly on.

Ooooooh. That’s some bold kinging Fortinbras! You better tell him! Let him know so! It’s even more zingy with that rhyme there, too.
This is one of those phrases that is super fun to say, actually – even though it’s pretty simple. It’s so happily rhythmic.

Is their duty, their sperm?
I mean..there’s kind of a shooting off quality to this language.
It could be some other kind of threat, of course. They could be threatening a punch in the eye or a spit in the eye.
It could, of course, not be a threat at all. But aught is rather vague…
If the king would aught… is like… if the king starts something…and in one case, doing something in his eye is just doing it in his view..but I’m skeptical. The language feels a little too punchy for that.

Craving conveyance over the seas to this, my beloved London. Today it occurred to me that I might be able to negotiate the incredibly difficult immigration laws that I was previously unable to overcome. If I can find a conveyance…my heart might just heal several old wounds.

I will happily march through all of this kingdom that my ancestors fled all those many years ago. They got themselves on the Mayflower and made their way away…I seek my own sort of Mayflower but going in the other direction.

Well, hello Fortinbras! This is pretty late in the play for us to meet you, isn’t it? I mean. This is ACT IV, scene iv! It’s a long time to wait for the appearance of such an important guy. And then you’re out almost as soon as you come in – presumably so we can just see your face and recognize you when you come back at the end to go, “Uh – what HAPPENED here?”

It’s not quite a Star Part as Orson Welles described. People aren’t talking about Fortinbras ALL the time in this play but they do talk about him a BIT before he shows up. If I were directing a production, I might introduce some images of him at the start so it’s even more like a celebrity sighting when he shows up. Oh! Fortinbras! There’s Fortinbras!