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lsandersonWent and saw it last night on the mostest beautifulest night of the year. Both it and the movie wuz excellent.
The bedroom choice alone is worth the price of admission.
Rather than go home, I stopped afterwards at the new French Meadow bar, which has no outside tables, alas. It was not at all busy, and I wonder if they have not outsized their dinning space?
Their beer choices are quite good. The food looked OK, and I ordered a dessert which sounded and started tasting quite good, then turned into sweet paste -- a caramel, scotch custardy thing, that resembled schoolhouse paste at the bottom. Too sweet and waay too thick.
It took me waay too long to recognize Benedick as Wesley, although Beatrice came more quickly as Winifred. It was only after Benedick shaved that he came back to me. Sean Maher makes a most excellent villain, and Nathan Fillion almost let one make sense of Dogberry, who, it must be said, cannot open his mouth to speak and make sense.
It would be a great introduction to Shakespeare for anyone young enough to view simulated sex through a distant window, and suffer more than a few puns flying over their heads. (Hmm, forgot about the bedroom scene with Don John and his doxy...) The pronunciation is modern, but the language has not been altered (other than cut to make it fit within the confines of a movie), if that makes any sense. There's a lot of scene and physical humor that serves as a baroque embellishment and counterpoint to the story that goes whizzing by above in language of the play. It will be a perfect film to watch in a park on the warm summer night of a summer yet to come.
The bedroom choice alone is worth the price of admission.
Rather than go home, I stopped afterwards at the new French Meadow bar, which has no outside tables, alas. It was not at all busy, and I wonder if they have not outsized their dinning space?
Their beer choices are quite good. The food looked OK, and I ordered a dessert which sounded and started tasting quite good, then turned into sweet paste -- a caramel, scotch custardy thing, that resembled schoolhouse paste at the bottom. Too sweet and waay too thick.
It took me waay too long to recognize Benedick as Wesley, although Beatrice came more quickly as Winifred. It was only after Benedick shaved that he came back to me. Sean Maher makes a most excellent villain, and Nathan Fillion almost let one make sense of Dogberry, who, it must be said, cannot open his mouth to speak and make sense.
It would be a great introduction to Shakespeare for anyone young enough to view simulated sex through a distant window, and suffer more than a few puns flying over their heads. (Hmm, forgot about the bedroom scene with Don John and his doxy...) The pronunciation is modern, but the language has not been altered (other than cut to make it fit within the confines of a movie), if that makes any sense. There's a lot of scene and physical humor that serves as a baroque embellishment and counterpoint to the story that goes whizzing by above in language of the play. It will be a perfect film to watch in a park on the warm summer night of a summer yet to come.
