I don't know if anyone else has this problem. It could be that I am the only person out there who, when Romeo appears on stage (or on page) and begins his whiny dialogue of rejection, wants to laugh at him. after laughing at him, I then want to kick Romeo a bit so that he'll shut the fuck up and leave, allowing the slightly more interesting characters to take centre stage. But he doesn't. He stays, and as the play continues, it becomes more and more evident to me that Romeo isn't interested in love at all, but rather is listening to his dick, and chasing the almighty teen lust, and that every time he stands and talks about the sun and the moon and the teenager he wants to fuck, that he's simply terribly self absorbed and really quite shallow and that it has been done this way on purpose.
It could be that time has simply changed the meaning of Romeo and Juliet, but these days, I can't help but think of the play as anything but a black comedy about teen angst and love.
Maybe it's just me, though.
