Okay - I'm a hard-core Firefly fan, quite enthusiastic about Avengers, and was really looking forward to watching a Director I enjoy, with a cast I've come to be quite fond of, take on the Bard - I had high hopes for this.
Black and white cinematography - a bit of a surprise, and while I've seen it used to add impact that mere color cannot add, it wasn't used, really - it came across as self-consciously arty. Bringing the setting time into the present wasn't a problem - Shakespeare time-travels quite nicely, and there was no reason to not try for it here.
One of the great things about Shakespeare is that, properly read, the archaic language and phrasing translate quite well across the years. A Midsummer Night's Dream from 1999, or Hamlet from 1990, are wonderful examples of this - the original lines sing to the audience, as they've always been able to do.
But the words must be read, not recited - and here, we have good acting talent putting almost nothing into their lines - almost as if they're reading a teleprompter, with no understanding of the meaning of what they're saying. This is, ultimately, the job of the director to ensure - and it's the worst Whedon work I've ever seen. The actors, if in a bit less of a hurry to recite the lines before they've been forgotten, had been encouraged to put some feeling in, could have done better - I've seen them do better elsewhere. Joss Whedon can get a very complex performance out of his cast - I've seen him do it elsewhere. I just wish I'd seen them all do the work that I know they're capable of in this flick.
Black and white cinematography - a bit of a surprise, and while I've seen it used to add impact that mere color cannot add, it wasn't used, really - it came across as self-consciously arty. Bringing the setting time into the present wasn't a problem - Shakespeare time-travels quite nicely, and there was no reason to not try for it here.
One of the great things about Shakespeare is that, properly read, the archaic language and phrasing translate quite well across the years. A Midsummer Night's Dream from 1999, or Hamlet from 1990, are wonderful examples of this - the original lines sing to the audience, as they've always been able to do.
But the words must be read, not recited - and here, we have good acting talent putting almost nothing into their lines - almost as if they're reading a teleprompter, with no understanding of the meaning of what they're saying. This is, ultimately, the job of the director to ensure - and it's the worst Whedon work I've ever seen. The actors, if in a bit less of a hurry to recite the lines before they've been forgotten, had been encouraged to put some feeling in, could have done better - I've seen them do better elsewhere. Joss Whedon can get a very complex performance out of his cast - I've seen him do it elsewhere. I just wish I'd seen them all do the work that I know they're capable of in this flick.