A fairly conventional biopic saved by multiple brilliant performances (especially by Fry and Sheen). Unfortunately, the movie (and its writer) can't live up to Wilde himself, but that doesn't matter. Fry captures him so perfectly that you may forget you're watching a movie. And then you realize you are, once again, once Ioan Gruffudd starts to try to act.
Falls into the trap of so many biopics where the creative talent (in this case the genius) takes second place to the plot of the film. What's missing from this film is Wilde the writer. We see snippets of his plays and some quotes from his work, but the film gives no sense of his relevance as a writer or of his creative process.