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Short film inspired by the Painting Ophelia by John Everett Millais, 1851.<br />
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There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds<br />
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;<br />
When down her weedy trophies and herself<br />
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,<br />
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;<br />
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,<br />
As one incapable of her own distress,<br />
Or like a creature native and indued<br />
Unto that element; but long it could not be<br />
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,<br />
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay<br />
To muddy death.<br />
-Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act IV, Scene vii<br />
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Music: Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi, The Four Seasons
<br />
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds<br />
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;<br />
When down her weedy trophies and herself<br />
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,<br />
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;<br />
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,<br />
As one incapable of her own distress,<br />
Or like a creature native and indued<br />
Unto that element; but long it could not be<br />
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,<br />
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay<br />
To muddy death.<br />
-Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act IV, Scene vii<br />
<br />
Music: Recomposed by Max Richter: Vivaldi, The Four Seasons
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