Trouble remembering in which country Shakespeare’s star-crossed lovers cross paths? Branagh’s panting paean to Fellini will sort you out. Stylish as a monochromatic Vogue spread, and as self-consciously Italian as Bruno Tonioli guzzling lasagne in a gondola, it’s not exactly a triumph of cultural nuance. Capulet is a sharp-suited mafia don who makes an affected entrance sipping espresso, the Prince is a fascist enforcer, al-fresco dining is interrupted by fiery gesticulation, and every loss is met with operatic wailing.
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You didn’t sound too crazy about it, so I don’t feel to bad. xxx
On 26 May 2016 at 01:02, MARIANKA SWAIN ~ WRITE HERE, WRITE NOW wrote:
> mkmswain posted: “Trouble remembering in which country Shakespeare’s > star-crossed lovers cross paths? Branagh’s panting paean to Fellini will > sort you out. Stylish as a monochromatic Vogue spread, and as > self-consciously Italian as Bruno Tonioli guzzling lasagne in a gondo” >