We came home for chick'n nuggets and to snuggle our cats and watch Ophelia, which I really wasn't expecting to be very good and liked better than I thought I would. I found it extremely distracting to hear Hamlet's soliloquies in contemporary English -- "to thine own self be true" is just as understandable as "be true to yourself" and sounds much lovelier -- and "go to the nunnery" loses all layers of meaning here. But I liked the twists, I appreciate how a not-mad Ophelia improved all sorts of aspects of the story, and I've never understood why Laertes wasn't suspicious how Gertrude knew so many details about his sister's death yet didn't try to save her, which is addressed here.