Released in 1969, Tony Richardson's Hamlet received mixed critical reviews, but the pivotal role of Ophelia, played by our lovely songbird and legendary hedonist Marianne Faithfull, was lauded as a more or less stellar performance. Marianne played a very "close" Ophelia, in that, she emerged herself so deeply in the character that she began to fantasize and daydream about drowning herself like Ophelia in the Thames river and all of that melancholy madness. I still haven't seen this performance, but I'm planning on ordering a copy of on my next big splurge at Amazon.com. I wish I could find more photos of her in this role, but I reckon I'll have to resort to screen caps (two above photos are caps from Dreaming My Dreams, where they show a tiny clip of the movie). Still, there couldn't possibly have been a more beautiful Ophelia, could there? And it seems so poignant that she starred in this film when her life was entering such a depressed phase (Brian's death, Mick's affairs, heroin, her suicide attempt in Australia, etc). And heaven's, those boobies!
(my stills from Dreaming My Dreams, Yahoo, vintagestills, childofthemoon)
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