Has It Got Much Shakespeare In It?

Waitress:
…or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and Shakespeare.
Wife:
Have you got anything without Shakespeare?
Waitress:
Well, there’s Shakespeare egg sausage and Shakespeare, that’s not got much Shakespeare in it.
Wife:
I don’t want ANY Shakespeare!
Man:
Why can’t she have egg bacon Shakespeare and sausage?

With apologies to Monty Python, the question on the table is “What’s your favorite movie with Shakespeare in it?”
I do not mean movie versions of Shakespeare plays, like Branagh’s Hamlet.  Nor do I mean movies based on Shakespeare, like Ten Things I Hate About You.
I thought about this one after seeing Prince of Players, about the Booth family.  It’s a regular movie about regular people, who just happen to be famous Shakespeareans.  So it’s got a good amount of Shakespeare in it, without being specifically a Shakespeare movie.
Make sense?

Shakespeare Baseball Card

New reader Ken sent me this link to the Shakespeare Trading Card (can you really call it a baseball card?) that’s part of the 2010 Topps Allen and Ginter set known as “World’s Wordsmiths”. There’s not a whole bunch of content to talk about, so go check it out and pay the $4 if you simply must have one.  I do like, though, how they write about the “almost 200 surviving works” of our Stratford man.  I guess they’re counting every individual sonnet as a separate thing?  Would have been cooler if the back had actual stats like a baseball player – date of birth, number of plays, number of sonnets, words invented, number of children, etc… Thanks, Ken!

End of Civilization. Shakespeare. Disagree?

I’ve told this story before, but this time I want to turn it into a discussion. Eons ago, when I was working at the supermarket during my college-ish years (that’d be circa 1988-1994 for anybody that wants specifics), I got into a discussion about Shakespeare with one of the ladies that worked with me, who I think was an English teacher in a past life.  I asked her what she thought of Shakespeare, or whether she was a fan, or what her favorite play was … I can’t remember the question.  But I’ve always remembered the answer:

I think that if the entirety of human civilization were to end tomorrow, and only one book survived that might show whatever comes next what once was, that book should be King Lear.

High praise.  But do you agree? Let’s put that out there as our sci-fi hypothesis.  Mankind?  Wiped out.  Maybe some of us blasted off on a rocket and came back around again a few thousand years later, or maybe it’s the aliens coming to see how exactly we blew ourselves up. They’re picking through the rubble, and they find a book.  What book?  Shakespeare?  If not Shakespeare, then who? Hold your horses, before everybody jumps in with “Bible!” I will extend the question – are you picking a book that is supposed to represent human civilization the way it *was*, good and bad? Or the way you wish it was? Do you see this as an opportunity for a historical record of what was, or a recipe book for how to change the future?

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor …

…If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart; if you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.

This is another quote that falls victim to “Shakespeare said” syndrome, where somebody decides to tack those two magical words onto an otherwise unattributed quote to make it sound better.  And, of course, they stick.

I’d never heard this quote, and it doesn’t make particular sense to me (would you really want to be constantly on someone’s mind if they were just constantly relishing in the hatred they had for you?), but it’s apparently very popular on the SMS circuit.  I can’t tell you how many shorthanded, randomly spelled versions of it I saw when I went searching for an original.

No idea where it came from.  This is the sort of quote that could well have been written by some 13-year-old on MySpace who’d just broken up with her boyfriend.  We’ll never know.

Being born is like being kidnapped and sold into slavery.

I was surprised to see this one attributed to Shakespeare, but there’s even an Ask Yahoo where somebody says “Is this really Shakespeare?” so apparently it’s out there as being by him.  What’s funny is the “best answer” is “Yes it’s by Shakespeare but I don’t know which play.”

That’s because it’s not by Shakespeare, it’s by Andy Warhol a few hundred years after the fact.