This
afternoon I went to see Joss Whedon’s Much
Ado About Nothing and
once I had my ticket I realized that I was walking into the exact
same auditorium where I had seen Ken’s Much
Ado so
many years ago- Shirlington 7, Theatre #1. I used to watch a lot
of movies in those days. It was the easiest way to socialize as I
shuffled back and forth between my divorced parents- a movie and a
box of SnoCaps on a weekend afternoon with one and then back home to
the other. We visited just about every theater in NoVa, half of
which don’t exist any more, so the odds were pretty small.
The
crowd definitely skewed older- lots of silver hair reflecting the
light from the silver screen, but they didn’t chat once the
previews ended, didn’t purchase any loud candy and loved when
Nathan Fillion was on the screen so we were good.
I
would never have predicted back in my Homicide:Life
on the Street fandom
days that I’d see Reed Diamond doing Shakespeare and I’m glad I
was wrong. He was great, glad to see him land in the Whedonverse.
This movie also did nothing to diminish my admiration of Clark Gregg.
That dude can do anything.
That
house… that house never seemed to end. You thought you had it and
then there’d be another scene from another angle and it was, where
is that in relation to everything else? If
that’s what good script money can buy, I need to sit my ass down at
the keyboard and concentrate.
Best-
using the pool as a set. “Come, let us to the banquet.” Splish,
splash, wade, exit…
Really?-
the gulling of Benedick scene. Why don’t people in movies ever have
peripheral vision? There was so much motion going on outside large
windows, and once they left the clearly open window and crossed the
room, how much could Benedick really have heard?
Worst-
How did Amy Acker not die falling down stairs? I think everyone
gasped there.
Overall
though, beautiful, fun, inventive, would definitely watch it again.
