The film usually feels like it’s soullessly connecting dots, a far cry from the Before Sunrise-style substance its Yank-meets-Euro chattiness might suggest.
Julie Taymor’s film isn’t as disastrous as it could have been, though it does fundamentally fail Shakespeare’s play.
I’m sure I read an interview with Russell T Davies some time ago where he referred to “The Unicorn and The Wasp” as “the first comedy we’ve done.”