With due respect to Woody Allen (man, I loved Mariel Hemingway), I think I’m going to start a little irregular series here, which is that I’m going to periodically post about people and things that I think are overrated.
Now don’t get me wrong, this is not a series about things that are crap (though some will be). Indeed, some of the overrated people or things will be fantastic — just not quite as fantastic as everyone thinks they are.
Just so we’re all on the same page, here’s the dictionary definition:
to rate, value, or estimate too highly
Got it? Not rated highly, rated TOO highly.
Now that we have that out of the way, here’s my inaugural overrated dude: William Shakespeare. Yeah, that’s right, I said it, Shakespeare is overrated. It’s not his own fault. He was a perfectly good playwright. Even a great playwright. Maybe. But he’s a fucking playwright. He didn’t write books, he didn’t write novels or history, he wrote plays.
So why does everyone insist that we have to read that shit? I don’t go around reading other plays (anonymous guy, you know where you can stick those Thebans), and I don’t see why people have forever been trying to force me to read Billy’s plays. Hell, I’d go see them performed if they weren’t so damn long, but I sure as hell ain’t reading them.
So I think you get the picture. Shakespeare is totally decent, but enormously overrated. Just speak your mind people. Don’t let everyone force this shit down your throat. The Bard, my ass.