Measure for Measure

What a terrible, irritating, profound failure of a play. It's no wonder this is considered one of Shakespeare's “problem” plays–no one knows what to do with it. Unless it is meant to be some farce or subversive allegory which I have deeply missed, this play has so little redeeming qualities going for it. It begins with an interesting abstract philosophical idea–not a premise, not a question, not a story. Just the idea of a society built on the black and white enforcement of the law to its extremis with no mercy in sight. He then tries to build some odd house of cards of a plot around this idea to turn it into a play and ends up saying nothing to the central premise. He belittles and treats sloppily what ought be treated with great care and seriousness, and treats seriously and with gravitas characters and plot points that are utterly ridiculous, distracting, and silly, lacking any resemblance to the actual human condition.

Maybe that's the my problem here. There's simply no humanity in this play. It is like a bunch of college stoners getting high and trying to write a play about a profound idea and failing miserably. It is “dumb” in every sense of that word. This play does not deserve finer language than that. Until I read something that makes me see this play in an entirely new light (which hey, it's Shakespeare–it's a real possibility) this will go down as my most disliked play in his canon.