As far as hopelessly mopey romantics go, Werther is the king among Morrisseys. A gloomy, brooding poet, Werther agrees to accompany Charlotte to a dance, because her fiancé is away. The sulky young man discovers late in the evening that he loves Charlotte and is on the cusp of declaring his love when Charlotte's father helpfully announces that Albert, the fiancé, has returned. The two marry, Werther writes Charlotte a truly heroic stack of letters and poetry fairly brimming over with suppressed, morose desire, and then Werther asks to borrow Albert's brace of pistols, because he'll be "leaving town soon." Can this possibly end well? Here's a hint: Jules... More >>>