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Hamlet (2000)

Hamlet (2000)

Hamlet, released in the year 2000, is a film adaptation of William Shakespeare's renowned play of the same name. Directed by Michael Almereyda, this modern-day adaptation brings the timeless tragedy into a contemporary New York City setting.

Ethan Hawke takes on the titular role of Hamlet, a young man grief-stricken by the recent death of his father, the King of Denmark. Filled with rage and confusion, Hamlet is tormented by his mother Gertrude's (played by Diane Venora) swift marriage to his uncle Claudius (portrayed by Kyle MacLachlan), who has now become the new King. Haunted by his father's ghost, Hamlet is consumed by the desire for revenge and begins to question his own sanity.

The film features a stellar ensemble cast, including Julia Stiles as Ophelia, Hamlet's love interest, and Bill Murray as Polonius, Ophelia's father and trusted advisor to the King. The iconic character of Horatio is played by Liev Schreiber, while Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Hamlet's childhood friends, are portrayed by Steve Zahn and Dechen Thurman respectively. The film also features captivating performances from Sam Shepard as the ghost of Hamlet's father and Steve Zahn as the gravedigger.

Set in New York City, the film brings a modern twist to the Shakespearean tragedy, using contemporary elements to enhance the story's relevance. The cityscape and urban settings provide a visually striking backdrop, contrasting the old world themes of power, betrayal, and revenge with the modern complexity of society.

One of the most distinguishing features of Hamlet (2000) is the utilization of technology to engage the audience. Throughout the film, Hamlet's soliloquies are presented as video diary entries, adding an intimate and introspective element to the narrative. This creative choice allows viewers to witness the character's inner turmoil and existential crisis in a deeply personal way.

To fully immerse yourself in the world of Hamlet (2000), you can experience the film's soundscape by playing and downloading the haunting score composed by Carter Burwell. The music beautifully captures the emotional intensity and dramatic tension of the story, pulling the audience deeper into Hamlet's troubled psyche.

In addition to the score, the film also features a diverse array of songs by contemporary artists like PJ Harvey, Radiohead, and Nina Simone. From Harvey's haunting rendition of "Down by the Water" to Simone's soulful rendition of "Wild is the Wind," the soundtrack enhances the emotional impact of the film, complementing the modern setting and the characters' inner conflict.

Hamlet (2000) stands as a riveting adaptation that brings Shakespeare's iconic play into the 21st century. With its stellar cast, innovative use of technology, and a captivating soundtrack, the film breathes new life into this age-old tale of power, betrayal, and the human condition.

A beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourned longer.
A beast,
A certain convocation of politic worms are eating at him.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
A double blessing is a double grace.
A foolish figure, but farewell it, for I will use no art.
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient.
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
A little month
A man's life is no more than to say "one."
A mother stained,
A murderer. A king of shreds and patches...
A sister...
A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom
A truant disposition, good my lord.
Aboard, aboard, for shame.
Abuses me to damn me.
Affection.
Air, trees, birds,
Alack, I had forgot.
Alas, he's mad.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
All given to mine ear.
All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.
Almost as bad, good Mother,
Alone.
Amazement on thy mother sits.
An earnest conjuration from the king
An exact command
And after we will both our judgments join in censure of his seeming.
And all for nothing!
And all we mourn for.
And bear it to the chapel.
And breath of life,
And by opposing, end them?
And by sleep to say we end the heartache
And can you by no drift of conference
And columbines,
And delays as many as there are tongues,
And do such bitter business as the day would quake to look on.
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
And dupped the chamber door.
And each particular hair to stand on end
And enterprises of great pith and moment, in this regard
And ever three parts coward...
And everything else.
And for his death
And for my means, I shall husband them so well, they shall go far with little.
And for myself, my virtue or my plague, I know not which,
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
And for your part, Ophelia,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh...
And go with us to the king.
And he to England shall along with you.
And he, repelled... A short tale to make...
And I pray you all, if you have hitherto concealed this sight,
And I will wear him in my heart's core.
And in a postscript here, he says "alone."
And in the porches of my ears did pour the leperous distilment
And it must follow, as the night the day.
And keep you in the rear of your affection
And let all sleep.
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
And let me wring your heart. For so I shall if it be made of penetrable stuff.
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
And live the purer with the other half.
And lose the name of action.
And madam.
And makes as healthful music.
And makes them stand like wonder wounded hearers?
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
And more above, hath his solicitings, as they fell out by...
And most grave
And most sensibly in grief for it.
And my father died within two hours.
And my son...
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak,
And nothing is as a like goodness still.
And now remains for us to find out
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
And our whole kingdom to be contracted
And perhaps out of my weakness and my melancholy
And pity 'tis 'tis true.
And remember well what I have said to you.
And so I thank you for your good counsel.
And so, my mother.
And some for me, too.
And spur my dull revenge.
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
And that it us befitted to bear our heart in grief
And that your grace
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine...
And the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape, yea.
And the survivor bound in filial obligation for some term
And the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
And then this "should" is like a
And there's pansies. That's for thoughts.
And there's rue for you.
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
And these few precepts
And think it pastime.
And this with me.
And thou must cure me.
And thus the native hue of resolution
And thus, conscience does make cowards of us all.
And thy best grace spend it at thy will!
And time is time
And to decline upon a wretch
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge to prick and sting her.
And truly in my youth
And waits upon the judgment.
And we beseech you, bend you
And we did think it writ down in our duty
And we love ourself.
And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, give it an...
And whored my mother, is it not perfect conscience
And will answer well the death I gave him.
And will he not come again?
And will to do it.
And with a larger tether may he walk than maybe given you.
And with a sudden vigor doth posset and curd,
And with dirge in marriage,
And with them, words of so sweet breath composed
And wrecks not his own creed.
And yet I could accuse me of more things
And yet, to me...
And yet, within a month...
And you are stayed for?
And you must put me in your heart for friend.
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
And, would it were not so, you are my mother.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
Are burnt and purged away.
Are hands, are accidents.
Are you fair?
Are you honest?
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage.
As day doth to your eye.
As he in his particular act and place may give his saying deed,
As I do live, my lord, 'tis true.
As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
As kill a king and marry with his brother.
As made these things more rich.
As of a man faithful and honorable.
As the indifferent children of the earth.
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
As watchman to my heart.
At his head a grass green turf, at his heels a stone.
At supper.
At supper.
At the hands of fortune that she has sent you to prison hither?
Ay, in my heart of heart as I do thee.
Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
Ay, lady, shall I sit in your lap?
Ay, madam, it is common.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast
Be but to sleep and feed?
Be something scanter of your maiden presence.
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned?
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
Be thou assured
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Because it's not possible to be alone,
Been struck so to the soul that presently
Before my daughter told me,
Being thus benetted round with villainies,
Besides, to be demanded of a sponge.
Best safety lies in fear.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel,
Break not your sleeps for that.
Brief let me be.
Bring with thee airs of heaven or blasts from hell?
Brother, sister... society.
Brought to you by "The New York Times" and American Express.
But also uncle or...
But answer made it none.
But as your daughter may conceive, friend,
But being in, bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
But howsoever thou pursuest this act, taint not thy mind.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
But I cannot choose to do but to weep
But I have that within which passeth show,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
But indeed, if you find him not within the month,
But it does not matter.
But know, thou noble youth, the serpent that did sting thy father's life
But let him come.
But let that go.
But made in craft.
But never doubt I love.
But no more like my father than I to Hercules.
But not expressed in fancy.
But of our demands most free in his reply.
But soft,
But that father lost, lost his,
But that I am forbid to tell the secrets of my prison house,
But the king is not with the body.
But thinking makes it so. To me, it is a prison.
But this eternal blazon must not be to ears of flesh and blood.
But this is wondrous strange.
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
But this troubles me.
But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart.
But to one table.
But to persevere in obdurate condolement
But to the quick of the ulcer,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two.
But unfortunately, you have only one.
But what I propose is that a word to "in to be."
But what might you think, when I had seen this hot love on the wing...
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
But when they ask you what it means, say you this.
But wilt thou hear how I did proceed?
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
But with much forcing of his disposition.
But you also need sunshine,
But you must fear,