A beautiful film that I'm giving the benefit of the doubt over my inattentiveness... I mean, sure, some of that is down to the film's dreamy, slow pace, but that just means it's not an ideal one for home exhibition, especially for someone like me. No, the film is well made and is doing exactly what it wants to do, using language only cinema can use to do it. So even though I didn't rapturously focus on every frame, I was certain from basically the first frame that this would be a good piece of work from a master, and the film justified my first impressions.

Not a movie, not even really TRYING to be, but it seems like an excellent stage production that I would have loved to see in person. That part leaves me sad (it being, by its temporary, live, fleeting nature, lost to time) but also gives me happiness in that it was, at least, filmed so I can witness the Shakespeare play I know best given the Full Taymor.

♫ Pumaman, he flies like a moron ♫