…every great love story written in literature takes at least a little bit from Shakespeare’s play, “Romeo and Juliet”.
I mean, after all, it’s the greatest love story of all time.
And it isn’t even true.
It’s just a play.
But, nonetheless, the teenage lovers from warring families has touched the lives and hearts of many for over 400 years.
But, it wasn’t really Bill’s story.
He stole it.
Romeo and Juliet belongs to a tradition of tragic romances stretching back to ancient times. The plot – well, it’s based on an Italian tale, translated into verse as The Tragical History of Romeus and Juliet by Arthur Brooke way back in 1562.
Of course, Shakespeare made it better. He added characters, more sub-plots, varied his story from tragedy to comedy and back to lighten the experience.
He was a ticket seller.
He was also a great, great story teller.
Romeo and Juliet, met, married, loved, and died within a few days.
What could be more tragic?
Yet, every love story written sense takes a little from it.
How many girls on Television, in the movies, and in novels have a daddy that hates the boyfriend?
How many people in real life have a daddy who hates the boyfriend?
Seriously, it’s a timeless and ageless story.
Yet we buy into it every time.
We swallow it hook, line, and sinker, knowing it’s coming, knowing how it will end.
When the 1968 version came out, I went to see it three times in one weekend.
It’s just a great story. There’s no way out of it.