Take "Hamlet." Strip it to it's bare bones. Throw the bones as high as you can up into the air. Assemble them in whatever order they land and you'll pretty much have the plot to "Let The Devil Wear Black."
It's been a long standing policy of mine never to criticize an actor for taking a shot at the role of Hamlet. (Even a barely recognizable Hamlet like this one.) I mean, what actor worth his salt *wouldn't* take a run at Hamlet? And truth be told, Jonathan Penner does takes his best shot at it.
Unfortunately, Penner and Title torpedo the effort with orgulous writing and plot developments so painfully aimless I kept hoping for Zombie Shakespeare to rise from his grave, shamble onto the set and start ripping those responsible for this embarrassment limb-from-limb.
It's been a long standing policy of mine never to criticize an actor for taking a shot at the role of Hamlet. (Even a barely recognizable Hamlet like this one.) I mean, what actor worth his salt *wouldn't* take a run at Hamlet? And truth be told, Jonathan Penner does takes his best shot at it.
Unfortunately, Penner and Title torpedo the effort with orgulous writing and plot developments so painfully aimless I kept hoping for Zombie Shakespeare to rise from his grave, shamble onto the set and start ripping those responsible for this embarrassment limb-from-limb.