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Hamlet Pictures

Due to an incredible stroke of good luck on my part, I get to do Hamlet again every Tuesday for the next couple of months! I'm very excited about this, as I found that I missed the experience much more than I thought I would. For historical interest, I have decided to post a number of pictures from last semester, courtesy of Fallon. This way I'll have an easy place to look back and remember...
Here we have the whole cast in the van, singing along to "All I Want For Christmas Is You."




From left to right:
Chris Clark (Claudius/Ghost) Spencer Green (Laertes/Player) Matt Haws (Hamlet)













David St. Julian (Horatio/Player) Laura Sorensen (Queen Gertrude) Debra Moses (Polonia/Gravedigger)





Our patient Stage Manager, Becky! And Fallon (Ophelia)






Most of the cast in costume at the start of the show.




Chris Clark as the Ghost of Hamlet's father. How on earth am I supposed to take this spirit seriously??




Hamlet and Gertrude








Fallon scaring the crap out of some little kid with her demonic eyes.








A number of shots of the cast.



















Seriously. Good times, man. Good times.

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Anonymous said…
I LOVE Hamlet. Sigh. The glory. I'm glad you can be back to happily doing it... even if you do almost get killedish. SJ
3/09/2006 10:00 AM
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