I can't honestly say that I'm sad to see this play go. It was entertaining, but it was enough after about three acts. To be frank, I hated having to read an entire act a night, but the past can't be changed so I
will move on. The characters in this play were definitely interesting, and some of them even had a few endearing qualities. Desdemona's practically sickening loyalty to Othello until the very end of her life was admirable but kind of pathetic. One of the last things out of her mouth was "Nobody, I myself." (V.ii.122) She wouldn't even blame Othello for his murder when she had the chance. (The fact that she could speak after being strangeld was slightly unrealistic, but oh well. C'est la vie and all that jazz.) Lodovico was satisfyingly distant and unimportant. He wasn't near enough to the action to be manipulated personally, so I could find some pleasure in reading about him. Roderigo was just a lovesick idiot. End of story. And the rest of them were crazy in one way or another. But I guess if the play has lasted this long since it was written, it's a good thing. So I will end on a good note and say that I'm glad I read it if only to know that I want to watch the whole movie to reward myself for getting through it.
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