Oh'phelia

In this celluloid interpretation of the Bard’s quintessential tragedy, Anson Dyer navigates the labyrinthine corridors of Elsinore through a satirical, early-animation lens. The narrative unfolds as a spectral visitation ignites a fire of suspicion within the melancholic Prince Hamlet, who finds himself ensnared by the grim realization that his father’s demise was no mere accident of fate but a calculated regicide. As the usurper uncle tightens his grip on both the Danish crown and the widowed Queen, Hamlet’s internal landscape becomes a battlefield of ontological paralysis. Dyer strips away the verbosity of the source material, replacing it with the rhythmic cadence of primitive yet expressive line work, yet the core of the drama remains: a harrowing meditation on the weight of legacy and the agonizing inertia of a soul caught between the impulse for bloody retribution and the crushing gravity of moral uncertainty. The film functions as a bizarre, truncated dance of shadows where the ghost’s command for vengeance clashes with the protagonist’s inherent inability to bridge the chasm between thought and action.