How fantastic is Amy Acker as Beatrice in Joss Whedon’s literally homegrown adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing? She’s boozy, belligerent, powerfully sexy and each syllable from her mouth is filled with longing. She crackles. I’ve never understood the character as much as I do in this film. I swear that every time I watch a performance of Shakespeare, I come away with some new understanding of the bard and am unduly surprised by this. Were I in a scene with these characters in whose mouths are delicately set floral arrangements of varying temper and tone, I would no doubt be a dullard amongst them cud-chewing posies.
The take away from this: I need to see more Shakespeare.