The gravedigger scene of Hamlet is, in my opinion, the greatest scene in all of Shakespeare. The depth of the moment, the poetry of the lines…wonderful.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning?
Many actors have taken on the role. However, in my opinion, Mel Gibson did a fantastic job. His emotional delivery was great. His body language, artistic. In short, he captures the idea perfectly: a man grieving at the loss of an old friend.
Hollywood loves to trash on Gibson. His “anti-semetic” rants were over the top, perhaps. But who hasn’t had a salty conversation off camera? Who hasn’t spoke ill about a group of people before? Show me somebody that raises their hand, and I’ll show you a liar.
At any rate, here’s the clip. Gibson jumps right in Hamlet’s consciousness, taking us to a different time and place.
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