Glad I was on an airplane

Rating: 1/10 (18 March 2006)

Why am I glad about the airplane. The airsick bag of course. This film is the equivalent of Jesus does Broadway. As this contrived syrupy insipid icing trickles down your throat, you will understand why Wil is rolling over in his grave. If the movie was to be about Shakespeare why could it not be about the genius of Shakespeare. The most brilliant writer in history (who else can you quote from high school) deserves to be recognized for his achievements and not the insipid spewings from an inadequate writer and an incompetent director. Must we hold our breaths for "George Bernard Shaw does Hollywood" or "Oscar Wilde's gay romp through England". Have some respect if you are going to tread upon ground walked upon by greatness.