Othello. A play loved by milllions of people around the world. Well, it's certainly not loved by me, as I can truthfully say that I could have written a better play when being beaten with a pillow. Hard. While sleeping.
If you bother to read this far, I'll just tell you a bit about it. There's this bloke called Iago, and he keeps on accusing people of things when really they're innocent, and he finds this extremely funny. Well, unless I'm missing something quite important, I am quite sure that Iago would raher have gone down the pub or played on his Playstation 2, or maybe had a quick game of Internet half life. But no, Good old Bill Shakespeare had him spreading irrelevant rumours.
Considering people in the 1600's were still picking wax from their ears and sleeping all day with the only occaisonal sign of activity being the odd grunt, I find it hard to believe that any such man living in those times could cope with thinking about more than one motive at a time.
Then there's this fool called Roderigo who really doesn't get life. No really, he doesn't. He thimks he;s got a chance with this Desdemona bird, but c'mon, he looks like he's been hit by a train. It's just so illogical!! Whats the point! Shakespeare has created a play which has, is, and will forever cause unknown amounts of stress to A Level students. C'mon Shakey...Why did you write this? Pointless from start to finish.