I LOVE THIS it's a great director who can bring out the subtle comedic possibilities of this scene while still retaining the quality and passion of the text. The actors are brilliant because they do truly feel like two 21st century teenagers who are discovering first love. Everything from their jittery physicality to Juliet's nervous rambling of her bit after "dost thou love me?" rings so true to today. It feels fresh and new and exciting and for a play that is performed virtually everyday at some point in the world that is no achievement to sneer at.
@@ishmaelforester9825 It's fine to hate this interpretation. I think well-produced interpretations elicit powerful responses like what you have. I will say that it's fine for an actor to speak loudly lines that "in real life" he might only say in his head. R is talking to the audience. It's not meant to be entirely realistic.
@@ishmaelforester9825 Its not meant to be 1:1 with the original shakespeare script, its supposed to adapt the play for a modern audience that doesn't want to spend ages deciphering shakespearean.
I absolutely love this Romeo, he's one of my favorites. he makes Romeo feel so youthful; I think a lot of other adaptations get caught up in the fact that it's Shakespeare and give Romeo a little too much credit in his romanticism. Romeo is, for lack of a better word, kinda dumb, lol. he's not a poet, he's just an 18 year old kid stalking this girl he thinks is hot. his musings aren't poetic revelations, they're half drunk thoughts without a filter to keep him from immediately saying everything that goes through his head 🥴 bro has NO idea what he's doing here lmao. love it
Holy cow, I love this spin on Juliet. I'm taking an acting class and so far every girl has taken the soft, romantic side of Juliet, including me. Looking at all these interpretations is helping me a lot in fleshing out Juliet as a character. Fantastic acting, thank you!
and here's the thing - we don't see it here but the thing is she knows this isn't how you're supposed to fall in love. After this she comments on how she should've been more restrained, and how you have to be careful about just taking a mans word for it that he loves you (right down to saying that you shouldn't swear by something like the moon which literally changes every night) and that even says that being in love doesn't make her happy because it is "too rash, too sudden, too like the lightning which doth cease to strike ere one say sit lightens". For all the criticism thrown at her Juliet isn't actually an idiot. From what I can tell whenever someone falls in love at first sight in a Shakespeare play they or someone else says 'you can't fall in love that quickly' (even in one instance someone says that and then falls in love at first sight a few acts later) so they know that this isn't right but it still is because it's love.
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. ROMEO (aside) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet. Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name, which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Not DIO the calm sweet one is beautiful but I love the passion in this it shows the awkwardness and reluctance more I feel it emulates the complexity and challenge of first love and the struggles they feel but there are so many ways to do it and I love that about it
1:36 She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white, upturned, wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy- puffing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Romeo: [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself. Romeo: I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Juliet: What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel? Romeo: By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. Juliet: My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? Romeo: Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. JULIET appears above at a window But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! JULIET Ay me! ROMEO She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself. ROMEO I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JULIET What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel? ROMEO By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word. JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague? ROMEO Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ROMEO With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me
Romeo and Juliet Act II, Scene ii ROMEO But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
