Yesterday afternoon, 2 of my girlfriends and I took the afternoon off and watched Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale at the Esplanade, directed by American Beauty's Sam Mendes and performed by a resplendent cast of highly talented actors.
I had always loved Shakespeare's works, having studied many plays over secondary school and junior college, though I always find The Winter's Tale, which I studied for my A-levels, a tad too heavy and tempestuous.
However, yesterday afternoon, I watched with wide-eyed wonder and besotted rapture, as Shakespeare's intense words leapt out of old, archaic scripts right into the impassioned lips of these magnificent actors through raw, unbridled emotions that brought the play to true life and self-effacing tears to our eyes.
It is amazing how Shakespeare's centuries-old themes can transcend through the ages, elevating us into another world, another time, infusing us with pure emotions so raw you almost can identify with these tortured souls and delightful characters.
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