With some hesitation at the thought I might be seeing a Hallmark Hall of Fame-type adaptation, I went to see the film "The Merchant of Venice" this weekend. I ended up being swept up into its darkly sumptuous production values, richly detailed costuming and Renaissance-painterly cinematography.
The actors were quite good, too. Al Pacino masters a slow burn with downcast eyes, Joseph Fiennes smirks and preens with Errol Flynn perfection and Jeremy Irons pines away deep within his fur-trimmed robe. A very nice surprise is Lynn Collins, who is luminous and watchable as Portia, but riveting in her "disguised" role late in the film. I think the Bard would heartily approve.