I sat through much of this film with my jaw dropping, dumbfounded at the arrogance that could produce such a thoroughly awful movie. KB surrounds himself with a combination of no-talents (Alicia Silverstone frequently looks as though she has no idea what the words she is mouthing mean), and excellent Shakespearean actors such as Richard Briers who look embarrassed to be associated with this misconceived atrocity. From beginning to end, and in just about every aspect of this production, the only word that applies is "horrible." The singing frequently takes on a fingernails-on-blackboard quality. The dancing is obviously choreographed by Captain Ahab. Sets often look like they been dragged off a high school stage. And the ending, seeking to invest this fluff with some "serious meaning," verges on the offensive. The man behind this movie is capable of so much more, and could have made a much better film even of such a minor Shakespeare. If measured by the gap between the talent that made it, and the actual product, this would rank as one of the worst movies ever made.
Review of Love's Labour's Lost
