First we got flashed during Julius Caesar. Now it’s Hamlet‘s turn:
Or when Hamlet, sitting on the toilet reading the “Escapes” section of The New York Times, taunts the meddling Polonius? Or when the bespectacled, cigar-smoking ghost sits Hamlet down in the den for a serious father-son talk? Or when the melancholy Dane (to threaten his uncle? to shock the audience?) strips down entirely?
I haven’t had the opportunity to see the current production, but I so wish the directors of Shakespeare’s plays would resist the temptation of having their actors drop trou.