Exquisite - no? Compare Branagh's picture-postcard, classic serial version. Hard to convey just how or why this is so effective, given the crap plot - well, it's a romance, innit? - but we wept. We haven't a clue who Whedon is or any of the cast (we see a movie a year, max, and scarcely watch TV), but these two old fogeys were touched to the core. And of course we laughed. At Benedick, that is. Dogberry we felt for; more tragedy than farce. Whedon doesn't put a foot wrong. The whole thing felt suffused with love
My last 'hot' films? The Social Network. Sideways. 11 Minutes Ago. Memento. Sweet Liberty. Guess that leaves a few gap years..