If the movie The Hunger Games taught us anything, it’s that William Shakespeare was a short-sighted idiot.
(Note: before you read further, let me tell you that I haven’t read the three books, so, you know, don’t come with a “But-the-book” thing. I don’t care).
I mean, if The Hunger Games was written by the Bard, Katniss and and Peeta would have eaten the berries, providing a tragic, but poignant, ending to the movie. Face it: it’d be memorable.
But then there’d be no sequel. There’d be no franchise. There’d be no backpacks, lunchboxes, trading cards, pins, t-shirts … there’d be no stuff.
If Shakespeare would have been smart, Romeo would have woken up in time to stop the blade. Romeo and Juliet would spend the next two plays uniting/conquering their families and, together, building a better society, a society where they were in charge and their love ruled.
But he wasn’t. He was thinking about, you know, story. He was thinking about impact.
And because of it, think of all the product endorsements he missed. I’ll bet he didn’t even negotiate back points on Romeo and Juliet.
Sheesh. Let’s face it Juliet … you’re no Katniss.