The movie itself was pretty darn good. There's always a few minutes where you go, "Whaaaa?" at the language with Shakespeare, regardless of how much you've read or seen. But then something clicks or deep, ancestral understanding kicks in and you get it. The acting was, by and large, excellent. And they managed to toss in great comedic moments that weren't necessarily in the original script. Benedick stumbling over saying "marriage," for instance. Spot on.
But! Anyways, school has started and its shaping up to be a spectacular semester. For one thing, I'm taking an editorial illustration class from the man who did this:
It's a little intimidating. To say the least. I'm determined, though, to get as much knowledge as I can out of him while he is contractually obligated to teach me. We'll see what happens.