Sunday Moment of Zen: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
No play fills me with more joy than Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Very few films do either. The movie version, directed by Tom Stoppard from his own play, is a glorious cacophony of slightly lumpy pacing and wonderful, chewy language. Richard Dreyfus’ Player King is note perfect and the way the play shifts gear …