Much Ado About Nothing

Hopefully, dear readers, you are smart enough to realize that the italics in the title suggest that this will not be a woeful and melancholy discussion of my life this week. Rather, I will be discussing some sort of literary/filmatic (is that a word?) piece. In this particular case, we are on the subject of film.

This is the first Shakespeare I have ever seen where I didn't know the story ahead of time; I have never read this comedy of his. I was pleased with the story and the acting (even Keanu seemed to know what he was doing) and was laughing quite a bit throughout the whole thing. It's kind of like Hamlet-meets-Othello, but there's no body count at the end. Instead, all end up with true love (if the audience met said true love in Act 1) and there's just enough tongue-in-cheek innuendo (that Billy is so good at) to amuse your inner fourteen year old.

If you haven't seen this movie, you should. I end with this: Kenneth Brannaugh = Love