Claysaba Excellent, Without a doubt!!

Taraparain Tells a fascinating and unsettling true story, and does so well, without pretending to have all the answers.

Iseerphia All that we are seeing on the screen is happening with real people, real action sequences in the background, forcing the eye to watch as if we were there.

Casey Duggan It’s sentimental, ridiculously long and only occasionally funny

paloma54 Until seeing this recent Branagh adaptation of Shakespeare's As You Like It, I thought that I and my 8th-grade classmates years ago at a private girls' school had butchered this play as badly as possible. However, apparently, I was wrong. There is a lot that is seriously wrong with this film, despite some strong individual contributions from David Oyelowo, Adrien Lester, Richard Briers, and a couple others. However, overall, not only does this film border on incomprehensibility, but it also discourages one from ever wishing to read or see this play again. The worst aspect of this film by far is the patronizing, stereotypical "orientalisms" of the setting in Japan. Not for one moment is the story at all credible within this environment. Branagh does not seem to have spent any time at all understanding the time period into which he sets the play. What are English dukes doing setting up their fiefdoms in late 19th century Japan, let alone having private armies of ancient Japanese costume-clad soldiers? Every cliché that the least educated Westerner has about Japan is thrown into this shoddy blender. Why has Branagh set this story in Japan? I optimistically thought, at the outset, perhaps he's reverse-engineering the concept Kurosawa so brilliantly and successfully used in Ran, and Throne of Blood. And a truly imaginative and profound director could have made a good case for doing this. But Branagh does not attempt to place us in a setting which makes sense, so there is no explanation for why we are in Japan, other than that Branagh is desperate to call attention to himself, or that he wants an excuse to dress up all the lovers in kimonos at the end. The character of Touchstone looks clearly ridiculous, as if he had been air-lifted into the forest from some other planet. The character of Rosalind is seriously miscast, and appears to be less of a personage than Celia, also probably miscast in the overacting Romola Garai. In the play, Rosalind dazzles us with a driving intelligence wholly lacking here. And what are we to make of the casting choices of Oliver and Orlando? Although both parts are finely acted, in fact their contributions were the best parts of this film in my opinion, to imagine two black British lovers courting 19th century white women in the Japanese countryside, while everyone else there seems to be white, just seems totally anachronistic and jarring. Had the cast been totally mixed, it would have seemed less out of place, or had the setting not been filled with quaint Japanisms, it could have worked. Obviously, nothing needs to make sense in Branagh's brain. I'm not sure I would have been surprised had a couple of the characters shown up dressed as 9th century Vikings, or as Russian boyars. I also found the music annoying. Britain is full of divine singers: couldn't KB have found some better voices to do the singing? Couldn't he have found some less whiny music? And the music at the end sounds like an American musical comedy from the 1930s. Watching the red-haired Rosalind dressed up as a geisha in the ending scenes was just silly.In short, Mr. Branagh seems to have no real appreciation or understanding for the characters and the themes of the play, and stoops to the level of the comic-book in this film. If he has so little confidence in the merits of the play as it is written, why bother making a movie of it at all?

cuyocksol-UK Mediocre. Twee. Shallow. Smug. Superficial. Childish. Laughable.Because this is a 'comedy' of Shakespeare's does this mean it needn't be played with any depth of understanding? It should not.This production has had money thrown at it. Big name stars. Lush visual production values, etc.Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave... if he were petty enough to care what Brannagh and the BBC can get up to in their ignorance and lack of care.There isn't much more to be said. Look elsewhere for the rich heritage of already-filmed Shakespeare plays that are almost infinitely better than this.

jshoaf I got interested in Western views of Japan in the 19th century a few years ago, so I knew a bit about the milieu Branagh purports to have chosen for his adaptation of Shakespeare's "As you like it." Well, I can see why he went for it: like Elizabethan theater, Kabuki has men playing the roles of women; there is wrestling in the play, so you can have a sumo wrestler; there are notes hung from trees, and that is something the Japanese know how to do properly; and everybody can dance around in gorgeous kimono at the end. Full stop. There is no attempt at all to think about Westerners in Japan, about the Japanese vs. the Elizabethan concept of nature (Arden looked like California to me), and they didn't even bother to get the sumo referee properly dressed. I didn't see anything at all remotely suggesting Yokohama (compare the wonderful scenes in Last Samurai). The colors were wrong. This Japan is as inauthentic as can be.So what? It's a marvelously directed film which kept the plot chugging along in full sight, the wonderful speeches singing, and the dialogue hilarious. The actors were all golden, golden. It was just fun. My son got hooked by seeing Olivier's Henry V as a child, my daughter by Branagh's Much Ado about Nothing. I think I want to be sure a copy of this one is available for my grandson.

Howard Schumann Seeing As You Like It, William Shakespeare's romantic comedy of mistaken identity brought back memories of an amateur production of the Carousel Theater here in Vancouver many years ago in which my son David played a small role. It was a wonderful presentation that thoroughly captured the genius of Shakespeare's delightful imagination. Unfortunately, the new filmed version by Kenneth Branagh with its big budget and professional cast is not in the least bit as convincing or entertaining. It is miscast, over produced, over acted, and simplistic with its multi-layered plot made easier to follow than Sesame Street.Set in Japan in the 19th Century after the country was opened to the West as a trading partner, the royalty of England have been reinvented as wealthy merchants living on the Japanese seacoast. Neither the opulent backgrounds nor the conceit of the script, however, has any impact on either understanding or enjoyment of the play and the setting seems to be simply a marketing decision not an artistic one. The film opens with a kabuki scene at the court of Duke Senior (Brian Blessed). His brother Frederick, also played by Blessed with black hair, interrupts the proceedings to forcibly overthrow his brother's dukedom and the elder Duke is banished to the Arden Forest. Orlando, played by the Nigerian born David Oyelowo, and his brother Oliver (Adrian Lester) then proceed to fight over their position in the court.Oliver, aligned with Frederick, entices his brother to take on a 300-pound sumo wrestler to all but certain doom but, as the script will have it, the underdog prevails in spite of a weight differential of about 150 pounds. In addition to being victorious at sport, he also falls for one of his well-wishers, the attractive Rosalind (Bryce Dallas Howard), daughter of Duke Senior. Fearful of her safety at the court, Rosalind, pretending to be a man and, taking the name of Ganymede from the handsome cup bearer to the Gods in Greek mythology, sneaks out with her cousin Celia (Romola Garai) and the clown Touchstone (Alfred Molina) to seek out her father in the Forest of Arden. Soon they are joined by Orlando who also fears for his life after a fight with his brother Oliver over their inheritance.Before long, a bunch of other personages wander into the film including a melancholy philosopher named Jaques (Kevin Kline) who is described as "an exiled courtier", a young shepherd Silvius (Alex Wyndham) who pursues his reluctant girlfriend Phebe (Jade Jefferies), and others. Curiously, there are two characters named Jaques and two named Oliver, something that most writers would go to any length to avoid. The play is best noted for the cynical soliloquy chronicling the seven ages of man, "All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts", delivered with properly dour expression by Kline.It would not be a Shakespearean comedy without some gender confusion and Rosalind, after noticing Orlando's love poems neatly positioned on trees all over their neck of the woods, knows that Orlando loves her. Approaching Orlando in her boy disguise as Ganymede, Rosalind endeavors to teach him the finer points of courtship if he would just pretend that he is a she. She uses her charm to seduce Orlando, but also is drawn reluctantly into a relationship with the shepherdess Phebe. In Elizabethan conventions, this meant that a boy playing the girl Rosalind would dress as a boy and then be wooed by another boy playing Phebe.Quite naturally, this being a comedy and all, everyone ends up happy, (dramatized in a finale of the utmost silliness by Branagh) except for Jaques who, in character, decides not to return to the court. All the pieces are in place for the film to be successful but there are key elements that work against it. For the play to work at all, Rosalind has to be believable as a young man. If she is not, Orlando looks like a complete fool, and the play is robbed of its intended homoerotic playfulness. In this case, Branagh does not even attempt to have Rosalind look masculine and the scenes with Orlando in which he/she is teaching him how to express his love are unconvincing (unless you read it that Orlando goes along with the ruse and the author is simply making a statement about role playing, the masks people wear (himself?) in life, and the inauthenticity of self).Rosalind is supposed to be pure, innocent, perhaps a little naïve but definitely virtuous. Howard, however, is very un-maiden like in appearance and manner and lacks any noticeable chemistry with her lover. She tries so hard to put the correct inflections in the words that she robs them of whatever poetry they might have had, conveying the impression that she is trying out eagerly for a grammar school play. This is Branagh's fifth attempt to put Shakespeare on film and I'm sure it won't be his last. After achieving considerable artistic but not financial success with the first three, he has opted in this latest film for less of an artistic statement than an overtly commercial approach. Love's Labours Lost was an unmitigated disaster – scorched by the critics and shunned by audiences. Unfortunately, As You Like It may follow in its path.