Hamlet surprisingly lends itself to a one-man interpretation, and in that light, it is entirely possible that the entire story of Hamlet took place in the disturbed mind of one man. For the most part, the ravings in this one-man show are intriguing. Watching this play I felt like an observer through the small window of a padded room. Which was at times fascinating, and at others it felt like the audience was superfluous. With regularity the ravings would devolve into a fast-paced yelling rant that was both indecipherable and indulgent. Much like a toddler’s temper-tantrum you simply had to wait for the fit to pass to get back to the good stuff.
There are nuggets of brilliance in this piece, but it feels more like a Master’s thesis project than a play for the masses. If you aren’t intimately familiar with the original text, I fear that you would spend the majority of the play lost. But if you’re a big Hamlet fan, I say it’s worth a chance.
