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Yes and No. It is loosely based on the classic Shakespearean play, "The Taming Of The Shrew," which has been made into more than one film, both prior and after this one.

Kats paraphrase of Shakespeares Sonnet 141

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes my rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie,

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.

i hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call

but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

Sonnet 141

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,

For they in thee a thousand errors note;

But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,

Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;

Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,

Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,

Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited

To any sensual feast* with thee alone*:

But my five wits* nor my five senses can

Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,

Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man*,

Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:

Only my plague thus far I count my gain,

That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

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