The film comes beautifully alive when Emma Thompson's Beatrice graces the screen. She's a marvel, wiping up the screen with Branagh's boobish Benedick. The stunt casting goes terribly wrong, with Keanu painfully at sea, and Michael Keaton's revoltingly moronic Dogberry the worst examples.
So much in love with this Branagh masterpiece. He and Emma Thompson are a splendid Shakespearean screwball couple, the theatrical origin of course never gets lost with Branagh and the "deception" scene in the garden is just wonderfully timed. Minus one star for the rather poor performances of Keanu Reeves and Denzel Washington.