Review: Hamnet (Movie)

It’s the end of the calendar year, the time when all the most artsy award contender movies all flood the theatres to get it under the deadline. This year, we have to pay more attention than usual, though, because Shakespeare is in the mix. The movie version of Hamnet, by Maggie O’Farrell, is in theatres now. I made sure to read the book before I saw it – review here.

Starring Academy Award Nominees Jesse Buckley and Paul Mescal, and directed by Academy Award Winner Chloé Zhao, this one is absolutely showing up on every list.

But Did I Like It?

Somebody called it Shakespeare In Love 2: Shakespeare Is Sad and I wish I’d thought of that.

This might be the first time I’ve ever said this, but I’m annoyed by how much Shakespeare content is in this. The more you know about Shakespeare, the less you’re going to like this movie.

Let’s back up. This is going to contain spoilers if you don’t already know Shakespeare’s biography, but I’m assuming that most readers of this blog already know the story.

The book did something fascinating that at first annoyed me, but I came to love. Shakespeare’s name isn’t ever mentioned in the book (I think maybe once). He’s barely in it. The book is told from Agnes/Anne’s perspective – a woman forced into a marriage by pregnancy, left in Stratford while her husband runs off to London to build a better life for himself (and, in theory at least, them). All while the plague is all around them, Life is not easy for Agnes, especially once tragedy strikes the family. The book does a spectacular job of telling the story of this wife and mother who just happens to be “Mrs Shakespeare.” The famous guy is secondary to the story.

Well, somebody in Hollywood missed the memo, because all the marketing material says is Shakespeare Shakespeare Shakespeare. Look how pretty Paul Mescal is! Make sure to point the camera directly at his face as many times as you can, and just leave it there. Let them get lost in his eyes.

I’m not even being facetious. You know how some writer / directors are famous for the “walk and talk” style? We’ll call what Zhao does something more like “stare a lot and sometimes talk.” There are many scenes of Buckley and Mescal just staring at each other. There’s also no music to speak of in these scenes, just dragging awkwardness.

The movie also has no faith in telling Agnes’ story, so they inject lots of extra scenes of Shakespeare in London. It was important in the book not to have that, because Agnes didn’t get that luxury. Her husband’s absence was a mystery, and a real point of tension in their relationship. The audience should sympathize with her, especially after their child dies and her husband says, “Well, back to London I go.” Showing Shakespeare’s own grief and pain is completely unnecessary, in my opinion, and weakens the movie.

Let me pause for a second and say nice things before getting to the parts I really hate. This is a beautiful movie. The effort that went into the scenery and costumes is outstanding. If this movie’s getting any awards, it should be in those areas.

Jesse Buckley is, to put it simply, her generation’s Meryl Streep. She’s brilliant in every scene, and the movie would be better by having more of her in it. She’s called upon to act out both her child’s birth and death in a single movie. If that’s not range, I don’t know what is. We’ve often referred to Constance’ famous speech from King John about grief (“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words..”) and Buckley is the embodiment of that speech. Her fury at her husband stealing their child’s name to use in his little play, storming to London to confront him, literally screaming at the actors mid-performance that it is not theirs, they can’t have it? Amazing. I won’t spoil everything but I will say that even after that moment it gets even better. (Before unfortunately getting worse.)

Let’s talk about the direction. My wife came out of the theatre asking, “I don’t understand why it kept showing the table.” It took me a second to realize what she meant, but she’s right. The camera spends much of our two hour runtime on the scenery, even when the main characters are having a conversation. Agnes and Will are talking, but are they on screen? Nope, let’s look at the table. Or a leaf on a tree outside the window. Or various big black holes, like the gap in the tree roots, or the exit from the stage. I’m sure there’s some deep reason for this choice, but I much prefer a more grounded approach. When people are talking I want to see their faces.

What About The Shakespeare?

As I mentioned, there’s almost no Shakespeare content in the book, except right at the end. I wish they’d kept it that way, the ending would have been more powerful. Instead, some producer somewhere no doubt read the script and said, “Where’s the balcony scene? People love the balcony scene, add the balcony scene.” So yes, spoiler alert, we get a shot of Shakespeare – back when Susannah was just a baby – working upstairs on “But soft what light through yonder window breaks,” tapping out the iambic pentameter as he recites it. Bleh. I think that scene might have already been in Shakespeare In Love but that is not why that one got its Oscar. Never mind that this was probably 10 years before the play was written. The man was just that good, I guess? A regular Earl of Oxford.

But wait, there’s more! Of course, Shakespeare shared his work with the family, being the good, present, and attentive father that he was (at least, in this story). He choreographs stage combat with Hamnet. The children put on a play for their mother. What do they recite? When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain? Sure, why not? Who cares that Hamnet died in 1596 and Macbeth wasn’t written for another 10 years?

Can it get worse? Oh, gentle reader, brace yourself. You do know for certain that “To be or not to be” is Hamlet contemplating suicide, right? We know, because in this movie, in his grief, we literally get a shot of Shakespeare debating whether to throw himself into the river while reciting that soliloquy. That’s got to be the worst decision they made. The movie’s already being called “grief porn.” They already injected a bunch of scenes of how Shakespeare dealt with the death of his son, because they didn’t have enough faith in the child’s. mother’s grief. Instead they have to take a scene like that and say, “You know what would be great here? What if he recites To be or not to be?” And all the other writers in the room say “Brilliant!” when in reality it ruins the movie.

See It or Not?

People always ask me, “Would you recommend it?” about movies and I never know what to say. My opinion is my opinion, and yours may vary. As noted, it’s a visually stunning movie, and Jesse Buckley alone deserves to be seen. I’d like to say the same about Paul Mescal but really, I so resent the extra footage of him that they jammed in there, I can only really see him as a pretty face they kept shoving in there because they didn’t have enough faith in Buckley’s, which is a true shame. This movie could have stayed far closer to the book, removed all the extra Shakespeare, focused entirely on Agnes, and been an even stronger Oscar contender, if you ask me.

Twelfth Night On PBS (Leaving Soon!)

Every year it’s the same, for those of us not living in New York. The play and cast are set for Public Theatre’s summer Shakespeare In The Park performances, and we gasp at the star power, knowing that we’ll never get to see it. Even if you’re in walking distance, apparently you’ve still got to wait in line for hours for “first come first served” tickets.

Not so fast! This year it was recorded, and now showing on PBS Great Performances! Sadly, it’s leaving on Dec 31, 2025, so you’ll have to be fast! Luckily I got to catch it.

Twelfth Night, or, What You Will

This year we got Twelfth Night, starring: Peter Dinklage (Malvolio), Sandra Oh (Olivia, Jesse Tyler Ferguson (Andrew Aguecheek), Khris Davis (Orsino), and, in an inspired bit of casting, Lupita Nyong’o and her real-life brother Junior Nyong’o as Viola and Sebastian,

Thoughts

Jesse Tyler Ferguson as Andrew Aguecheek
Jesse Tyler Ferguson was unfortunately little to work with as Andrew Aguecheek.

It took me a little while to realize, in the opening scene, that Viola keeps dropping in to Swahili. This had to be confusing for the audience who’d already be struggling to hear the words, only to have them randomly becoming incomprehensible. It’s not a new idea, plenty of tv shows have characters switching back and forth between English and Spanish, or other appropriate language for the context. I get it? As someone who only speaks English I don’t like it, for obvious reasons – but I understand that someone who is bilingual, maybe somebody for whom English is not their native or primary langauge, might actually appreciate this. I still stand by my argument though that it makes Shakespeare just that much harder to understand.

I really liked the way Orsino dealt with “the boys”, his entourage of followers who laugh at his jokes, agree with his pronouncements, and drop to do pushups when he’s displeased. I don’t usually think of Orsino with a posse, but it works here and nicely offsets Olivia’s crew who do this fun little switcheroo number when Cesario first shows up to deliver his message, all “masked” in sunglasses and taking their turn as the lady of the house. Lots of movement on stage, lots of laughs for the audience.

If I had to pick the “big name” from this year’s cast it would be Peter Dinklage. I hate to say things like “he’s easily recognizable in everything he does” but I think that Game of Thrones had a lot to do with that. So when I heard he’d be playing Malvolio, that’s what I looked forward to.

Peter Dinklage as Malvolio
Peter Dinklage kept doing that thing with his hands that Mike Johnson does, I have to assume it was on purpose.

And I have to say, I didn’t love his portrayal. They’ve got him doing the weird “I don’t move my arms when I walk” thing that seems to accentuate his short stature, like they’re playing up some “little people walk funny” clichè. He’s got a silly haircut and he’s doing a silly voice, too. So yes, every time he’s on stage, there’s a good audience reaction for everything he does. But is that acting? He gets the laugh just by showing up, or changing how he stands, without ever saying anything.

Here’s the thing about casting Junior to play Viola’s brother – he’s actually Viola’s brother. That’s an opportunity I’m sure many directors would kill for. They look alike. Viola, as Cesario, spends most of the play dressed up in a man’s suit, which only adds to the charade. Shakespeare did love to play with twins, but I’m sure we’ve all been to many productions over the years where little more than a hat or scarf is all we get to say “Oh, ok, these two are supposed to be indistinguishable” and then go with it. For once, this time, we actually believe that they could easily be confused for one another. Except for the height – Junior’s significantly taller :). But you can’t have everything!

And then … and I love this … Junior speaks Swahili. Now the opening scene makes sense! Of course opening that way was confusing, here she is a little stranger in a strange land, speaking a language only she knows. She’s lost and confused; she has no one. That sets up Viola’s story beautifully.I don’t remember if she slips into Swahili randomly at other times in the play, but it would be great if she did. English is part of her cover story and it’s hard to keep up with it all the time. So, the reunion when her brother arrives, and they can both return to speaking their mother tongue? That’s great stuff, and I’m glad I saw it through to the end.

See It Before It Leaves

It’s Shakespeare, it’s free, it’s got celebrities you know. How can you not see it? Catch it before December 31, 2025! I hope they make this the new standard and we get to see the show this way every year.

Holiday Shakespeare Gifts Guide 2025

It’s that time of year again! Every year, people ask me what Shakespeare gifts to get the Shakespeare Geek in their lives. My kids, especially, since, after 20 years of doing this, they’re running out of stuff to get 😁😁😁 Rather than just google “Shakespeare gifts” like you could do yourselves, I thought this year I’d focus only on gifts that I personally own and can recommend!

This post unsurprisingly contains Amazon affiliate links, meaning that the site may receive revenue if you end up clicking and purchasing something (at no additional cost to you).

Shakespeare Books

My first pick, given the timing, is Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell. I reviewed it here last month, though I think it’s grown on me the more I think about it. The book is clearly better than the movie. I went into it with a real “What do you mean Shakespeare’s barely a character?” attitude, but somewhere along the way I *got* it and realized that’s the whole point. A point that the movie doesn’t get.

Making It So, Patrick Stewart's Autobiography

The next two are probably better as audiobooks, but your mileage may vary. Both Sir Patrick Stewart and Dame Judi Dench, two gods of modern Shakespearean acting, released autobiographies this year – Stewart’s “Making It So and Dench’s “The Man Who Pays The Rent. Both are loaded with Shakespeare stories, as you can rightly imagine Dame Judi’s more so, because Sir Patrick’s got a lot of Star Trek to talk about. If you’d like to read my reviews, they can be found here and here. I can’t say which I liked better. I think Stewart’s is a more compelling story, being a straight autobiography. Dench’s is organized as a series of interviews with a lifelong friend of hers. But her voice is music, I could listen to it for hours.

Of course, I have to also plug my book, My Own Personal Shakespeare: Macbeth. But I’m not just saying that! My daughter had her Shakespeare epiphany in college when studying Lady Macbeth. The calls and texts (in all capitals) began, digging deeply into her new feminist icon. She asked me if she could get an edition of Macbeth to call her own, something she could mark up with all her thoughts, and an idea was born. Together, we created “My Own Personal Shakespeare” specifically for the truly dedicated fans, those readers who want to make their thoughts stand right there next to Shakespeare’s. We hope someday to make more titles in the series. (What play should we do next, do you think?)

For something a little different, I’m also going to mention Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. I’ve seen mixed reviews on this one but I loved it. It’s about two videogame designers, and while it’s not a Shakespeare retelling, there’s plenty of Shakespeare content. If a book about a lifelong love story between videogame developers already sounds like your cup of tea, the Shakespeare parts are just the icing on the cake.

Shakespeare Games and Puzzles

Hamlet, courtesy The World of Shakeseare jigsaw puzzle

We love jigsaw puzzles in this house. One year for Christmas, my wife got me The World of Shakespeare jigsaw puzzle, without realizing that I’d already bought it for myself! 🙂 Review here. It’s got scenes from the plays distributed throughout the scene, so instead of the classic, “I’ve got a corner”, “Here’s an edge” and “I’m collecting blue sky over here” you’ll honestly be saying stuff like, “This looks like Hamlet! Anybody seen a skull?”

Shakespeare Book Nook puzzle

For a different kind of puzzle without so much Shakespeare content but a whole different skill set consider a “book nook!” This 3d puzzle in the form of a cozy library (complete with a reading light) is intended to sit alongside all the Shakespeare books on your shelf. Of course there’s a Shakespeare Book Nook but really it’s just named Shakespeare. Though there are Shakespeare books on the tiny shelves! It’s really quite soothing to put together, though you will eventually need tweezers, especially when getting the stickers in place.

Shakespeare Apparel

Of course no post about buying gifts for Shakespeare Geeks would be complete without a link to the Shakespeare Geek Shop! I’ve been creating original designs for 10+ years now and there’s easily over 100 of them, available on t-shirts, hoodies, phone cases and pillows. Nothing bugs me more than seeing one of those “I would challenge you to a battle of wits…” t-shirts in the Shakespeare collection, That’s not Shakespeare!

Anyway, here’s just a sampling of our best sellers! Browse The Complete Collection Now!

I’m also a big fan of socks as Shakespeare gifts, though I don’t have any to offer in the shop (but the minute Amazon offers them, I will!) I actually have these, though there are many options available. Although if we put aside the “you can get everything on Amazon” thinking, the London Sock Exchange has an entire set of high-end Shakespeare socks that I would love to get for Christmas. And by high end, I mean $20/pair – the Amazon ones are half that. The London version actually sells a kit for over $100 where you can get them all. Fingers crossed that my kids are reading this post!

Everybody Loves Shakespeare Gifts

I hope that gives you some ideas for Shakespeare gifts based on my personal experience. Anybody who loves Shakespeare loves getting Shakespeare gifts; that’s been true for me at least for twenty years. I can’t wait to see what’s waiting for me this year. Hopefully, with the help of this post, there’ll be plenty of other Shakespeare geeks out there equally blessed!

Review: Bard’s Arcana Kickstarter Shakespeare Tarot

Journey back with me, friends, to this Reddit post from two years ago, announcing Bard’s Arcana, a Kickstarter project to produce a Shakespeare Tarot Card deck. I commented at the time, noting my continuing quest to add a Shakespeare Tarot to my collection. Though a few have been printed over the years, they almost always fall out of print and become incredibly difficult to find. I was in. Despite my trepidation at the proposed launch date – December 2024!

Now jump to my post, from December 2024, asking where the heck the guy had gone. It was a long and bumpy road, to be sure. Definitely one of the worst Kickstarters I’ve ever backed. Turns out the guy was busy working on a regular retail version that will be available on Amazon. Because, you know, screw the people that backed you early on, right?

Anyway, here we are in October 25 and it finally came out. Shall we review? Here’s the box:

And here are some cards:

I mean, it exists, I guess? And that’s something. But I think the gold lettering was a mistake. If you actually plan to use these are something other than decoration, you’re supposed to be able to actually read them. On many of the cards, the gold lettering quote is on a dark background making it impossible to read unless you hold the card and tilt it to hit the light just right. Ironically, I think the creator said that the Amazon version doesn’t get the gold, like it was somehow an upgrade for us Kickstarter folks. I think the plain version will probably end up being the better one.

The illustrations aren’t anything to write home about either. These are far from the kind of thing you’d frame and hang on the wall.

Shakespeare Tarot

It’s nice that a Shakespeare deck exists. I’ve always wanted a deck where every card was a character. And I love cards where it clearly says what character and play we’re referencing, and the quotes are nice. There’s something to be said for that. I could totally use this by keeping it at my desk and just randomly cutting into the deck to see what character I get.

That just makes it barely worth the wait, though. I see no reason why the creator couldn’t have produced a better product, sooner.

There are affiliate links in this post to the pre-order on Amazon. I don’t exactly like the idea of rewarding the creators for such a poor Kickstarter, but my primary mission has always been spreading Shakespeare, and I know how much I’ve wanted a Shakespeare tarot. So I figure if you want one, at least now you have the opportunity to get one.

Ink & Roses Chapter 5 – By Candle & By Quill

(London, 4 May 1592, the small hours)

I. WILL

The air inside the Curtain felt thinner now that the public had been banished. Dust, trapped all day by stomping boots, drifted in slow spirals through a single shaft of moonlight that pierced a cracked casement. Will set his satchel on the stage boards, the buckle’s clink echoing like a dropped coin in a crypt. Somewhere above the rafters a pigeon shifted; wings whispered against ancient beams. He told himself it was only a bird; still, the sound prickled the hairs at his nape.

He had bribed the tire-man with a groat to unlock the playhouse after dark. The key had turned with a reluctant groan, as though the building itself protested against trespass. Now the vast hollow of the yard lay before him, benches ghost-grey under moon-wash, every empty seat an accusation: You promised us stories, and now the city bars its gates.

Will lit a tallow dip and fixed it to the stage-post with its own grease. The flame took, wavered, stretched, throwing long shadows that jittered each time the draught sighed through broken shutters. He drew out the folded sheaf of Richard III and set it down, weighting one corner with the discarded paper crown Ned Alleyn had trodden flat. The crown’s gold paint looked tarnished in the candle-glow, a king reduced to pulp.

He spoke the opening line aloud, softly, as though the words might overhear themselves and refuse the office:
“Now is the winter of our discontent—”
His voice cracked on winter. He cleared his throat, began again, pitching the line into the cavernous dark. It came back hollow, a stranger wearing his own clothes. He pressed on, each syllable a footstep across black ice.

Footfall behind him. The candle-flame guttered violently. Will spun, heart hammering, and found Kit Marlowe instead—coat unbuttoned, breath clouding, a second candle cupped in one gloved hand.

“Keep your voice down,” Kit murmured, “unless you mean to wake every constable in Finsbury.”

II. KIT

He had walked from Bankside along the river’s edge to avoid the watch, boots splashing through shallows where refuse bobbed like tiny corpses. Once he had paused beneath London Bridge, listening to the low growl of water forcing its way through the starlings, and wondered if the Thames itself were rehearsing a tragedy—slow, inevitable, unstoppable.

Now, inside the Curtain, Kit felt the building’s hush press against his eardrums. He liked theatres best when they were empty: the ghost of yesterday’s applause trapped between floorboards, the scent of fresh sawdust mingling with old sweat. Darkness made the place honest—no painted heavens, no gilded gods, only timber, rope, and the threat of ruin.

He set his travelling ink-horn on the prompt-stool, drew a quill already trimmed to a fine point, and a sheaf of cheap paper water-marked with the printer’s anchor. “We write by candle,” he said. “One act before dawn. If the city bars its gates, we’ll raise our own stage inside these walls.”

Will looked dubious; the candle showed the flicker of a man who had nothing left to lose. “What do you want from me?”

“Dialogue. Soldiers who speak like soldiers. And a villain the groundlings can hiss without remembering they’re villains themselves.” Kit tapped the stool. “Sit. Write. I’ll pace.”

III. WILL & KIT

They wrote on. Pages piled like autumn leaves. Candle-smoke curled around their heads, carrying the faint scent of tallow and tallow’s inevitable twin: burning time. Outside, the city slept uneasily; inside, only the scratch of quills and the soft complaint of timber beams disturbed the dark.

At last Kit straightened, rolling cramped shoulders. “Enough. Dawn’s in two hours. If we stay longer the bailiffs will count us among the rats.”

Ink & Roses A Tudor Tragedy

Will set down his quill, flexed ink-black fingers, and noticed that the candle had burned itself into a misshapen stump. Wax had dripped onto the paper crown, sealing king and page together in a translucent shroud. He peeled them apart; the crown tore, leaving a jagged halo.

Kit watched. “Kings break. Paper endures.” He gathered the fresh pages, tapped their edges square, and slipped them inside Will’s satchel. “Keep them safe. Tomorrow we find a printer who doesn’t ask questions.”

Will fastened the buckle. “And if tomorrow never comes?”

Kit’s smile was thin, almost fond. “Then we have already written it. That is more than most men manage.”

They blew out the candles. Darkness swallowed the stage in a single gulp. Side by side, they crossed the yard, boots echoing, and let themselves out into the pre-dawn chill. Behind them, the Curtain stood silent, but the ink was still wet, and somewhere a bell tolled four—counting the hours until the city woke to its own slow undoing.

Next Time: A locked print-shop at dawn, the scent of hot lead, and a single page that could pay two poets’ rent—or buy their silence forever. Chapter 6: “Ink Worth Blood.”


Would you risk everything for a story no one’s allowed to read? Burn the page, or sell it?