Having studied Shakespeare for as long as I remember, and having read through the entire corpus, give or take one or two of the comedies, I find it hard to understand why so many people unquestioningly judge this to be the worst of Shakespeare's plays. The rhetoric is fascinating - Tamora's manipulation of natural imagery for her own lustful purposes in Act II.iii, sits alongside Titus' ethereal joy in the forest as a life-giving force in one of the most subtle and satisfying inversions in drama. The disintegration of Roman civilisation is allied to the descent of one man into madness with devastating effect. The rape of Lavinia is painfully - but hopefully - depicted. All this in the original. This stunning adaptation is one of the finest that I have seen. The Dionysian vitality of its cast - without exception - is fascinating alongside the dry, rather embarassed RSC productions of recent years, in which the sole purpose seems to be a race to see who can get through their quota of lines fastest. I loved this adaptation, and rate it as one of the most fascinating and original that I have seen. It has the ability to shock. Seeing Lavinia with twigs for arms and blood pouring from her mouth made my heart skip. This is not Shakespeare's worst play, and nobody need be embarassed by it. Indeed, it is one of the finest examples of Elizabethan Revenge Tragedy, portrayed here with vigour and enthusiasm, not to mention a sense of originality that puts my faith back into modern film-making.