Last friday, my girldfriend and I went to the Rosalía theatre in A Coruña to watch a representation of Romeo and Juliet by the young talents of the Teatro do Noroeste company.
At two moments during the play both leads went naked; I was attentively scandalized. Juliet had beautiful feet. Afterwards my girlfriend assured me, to my relief, that she never glanced at Romeo with anything other than a cold and detached critical appreciation.
What I'm trying to say is, I think I'm starting to appreciate Shakespeare.
I found that one feels more compelled to write about the plays he attends than about the movies he watches. A movie is nothing more than a faint echo of things that happened elsewhere. With plays, you were there.
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