This film can't be called an 'adaptation' really; I've never seen anything miss the point of an original work so completely. 'Inspired by' perhaps, but there's a pseudo-artistic sincerity which, unless <i>I'm</i> completely missing something, makes its pretty unbearable to watch, let alone enjoy.
An eclectic magpie’s nest of a film: spry and light of foot, capturing a sense of lyrical magic with surprising ease. I disagree with the synopsis above about being a homosexual metaphor as this is one of the few films where Jarman doesn’t beat that drum so loudly. It’s more a humanist reading. One of the finer Shakespeare adaptations.