I like to think Christopher Marlowe was fun. For those non-English majors, Marlowe was a poor man's Shakespeare. Picture Shakespeare after a few cocktails when the self-editing button between the brain and mouth goes haywire.
First, Marlowe annoyed higher-ups and was ordered to report to the Privy Council for heretical concepts. Then he was stabbed to death under mysterious circumstances--which is always a sign of an interesting fella. Unsolved manslaughter = a fun time. Sounds like a good movie.
But he wasn't Shakespeare--which is to say...eh, overdone. Now there's a movie about Shakespeare called Anonymous, which revisits the idea that Shakespeare didn't actually write any of Shakespeare's works. This idea really irks some folks in Britain, who taped over various road signs referencing the Bard as an act of protest against the movie's premise.
Yeah.
That'll show 'em.
Side note:
Is that a bear moseying around upright using a walking stick? It looks like a green, nude Winnie the Pooh. Are there many nude Winnie the Poohs in Warwickshire? Are they all serious hikers? Why isn't this promoted more in the county?
Photo: BBC
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