Much Ado About Nothing
2013, PG-13, 107 min. Directed by Joss Whedon. Starring Amy Acker, Alexis Denisof, Clark Gregg, Fran Kranz, Nathan Fillion, Reed Diamond, Jillian Morgese, Sean Maher, Ashley Johnson.
REVIEWED By Steve Davis, Fri., June 21, 2013
The romantic banter in Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing flutters and flirts as it navigates the course of love that never runs smooth. It’s a breath of fresh air in a dreary catalog of films based on Shakespeare’s plays that either sag under the weight of the Bard’s language, or sacrifice the poetry in those words in the pursuit of realness. Whedon has assembled a cast of familiar faces with unfamiliar names that perform this comedy with an insouciance that suits the film’s contemporary setting and yet also respects its venerated source. The prose lilts trippingly on their tongues, relaxed and conversational. Notably, the actors in Much Ado About Nothing aren’t classically trained thespians specializing in Othellos or Juliets. Rather, they’re Whedon’s friends and colleagues, supporting players in his films (The Avengers) and cast members from his television series (Firefly, Angel). It’s remarkable how comfortable they appear in these roles.
Shot in just 12 days, the black-and-white Much Ado About Nothing is the antidote to Whedon’s Marvel Comics franchise. (He’s traded the blockbuster for the little movie, the superhero for Hero.) Set in an affluent, tree-lined Los Angeles suburb (Brentwood, perhaps?), the film takes place over the course of a weekend party in which the guests drink martinis, roast marshmallows, and conga late into the night. There’s the occasional tryst, borne of lust or deceit or both. The men are handsome, all pronounced jawlines and Brooks Brothers suits; the women are equally appealing in their summery fashions and casual elegance. It’s a revelry to which many of us would love an invitation.
The focal couple in Much Ado About Nothing are Benedick and Beatrice, adversaries engaged in a “merry war” that belies the strong attraction each feels for the other. Their bickering is the stuff of Tracy and Hepburn or Gable and Colbert, though Acker and Denisof don’t exude the star wattage that would bring their characters to the forefront at the expense of the other players. Clearly, Whedon chooses to maintain egalitarianism amongst his troupe, faithful to the play’s narrative. As in many of Shakespeare’s comedies, dark moments mark the dramatic action midway through Much Ado About Nothing. But Whedon brings the proceedings back to boisterous life in the last act, when the estate’s night watchmen – looking like second-string Secret Service agents and behaving like Keystone Kops – reveal the treachery that threatens to spoil true love. Fillion’s performance as the constable Dogberry in this section is the film’s comic highlight. Wounded by an insult, his ass-backward indignation achieves a droll momentum that will have you chuckling. All’s well that ends well, indeed.
See "Home Movie," March 8, for Robert Faires' interview with Joss Whedon when the film played at SXSW.