And just what do I mean by this?
In the dictionary that’s in my head, there’s a phrase called “museum Shakespeare”:
a production of a Shakespearean play that is so reverently directed, designed, and performed that it sucks the life out of it, rendering it a museum piece to be examined, not enjoyed, studied, not relished; often performed quasi-period by men in tights…
And to that I say No. Hell no.
Sorry. Self-righteous rant over.