ABSTRACT
The last night of the 2005 Shakespeare Association of America in Bermuda, I waited for nearly an hour at the bus stop to go into the town of Hamilton for dinner. I was speaking with a friend about the pre-release screening of the Derry Film Initiative Hamlet, shown the day before, when the three Irish fellows presenting the film appeared at the bus stop as well.1 Friendly and in good spirits about the film’s reception, they chatted idly with my friend and me about the conference, the film, and the long wait for the bus. Well into the interminable wait, they laughed amongst themselves that they ought to sneak over to the nearby marina, “pirate” one of the boats, paint “Free Ireland” across the side, and sweep jubilantly across to the other side of the island where the pubs awaited them.
