Review by
Eric Hillis
Directed by: Kenneth Branagh
Starring: Kenneth Branagh, Judi Dench, Ian McKellen
Kenneth Branagh quite likes Shakespeare. Actually, that's a bit like saying Orson Welles liked dessert, or Oliver Reed enjoyed a tipple. Throughout his career, on both stage and screen, Branagh has sought to bring the work of Shakespeare to the masses, directing screen adaptations of Twelfth Night, Henry V, Much Ado About Nothing, Hamlet, Love's Labour's Lost and As You Like It. It was inevitable that at some point Branagh would play the Bard himself. And so we have All is True.
Scripted by Ben Elton, whose recent TV sitcom Upstart Crow also follows the travails of a put upon William Shakespeare, All is True surmises how the English language's most famous writer's retirement years might have played out.
To keep himself busy, Shakespeare sets about constructing a garden to honour the memory of his late son Hamnet, taken by the plague at age 11. The writer's daughter, and Hamnet's twin, Judith (Kathryn Wilder), has grown resentful towards her father, who she believes wishes it was herself who perished rather than his son. With Judith resigned to moping around the home, Shakespeare pins his hopes of a grandson on his eldest daughter Susanna (Lydia Wilson).
Back in the '80s, when viewing figures were measured in the millions rather the thousands, it was often said that Dallas and Dynasty were the Shakespearean dramas of their age. Both those shows based their format on the family melodramas of the '50s, as does Branagh for his latest film. With its soapy familial conflicts, All is True plays like a Jacobean era Douglas Sirk drama, minus the unique passion of Sirk's films. The drama in Shakespeare's home life is a million miles away from the grand conflicts of his famous plays, and subplots like Susanna's possible affair fade away as though half-excised from an earlier, meatier draft of Elton's script.
All is True struggles to find a plot hook worth hanging its cloak on, Branagh and Elton jotting down numerous half-baked subplots only to crumple them up and toss them in a waste-basket. There's a potentially great conflict between Shakespeare and his son-in-law, a puritan who believes that all theatres should be closed and that the populace should be reading the bible rather than romantic sonnets, but the film never bothers to explore this dichotomy.
Branagh is an affable presence, perhaps too likeable for his portrayal of Shakespeare as a neglectful narcissist, and it doesn't help that his performance is weighed down by a ridiculous make-up job that gives him the appearance of Ben Kingsley playing Guy Fawkes in a Christmas panto. Considering how disinterested his film is in fealty to its subject, containing as it does many details disputed by historians and anachronistic language and attitudes, it's odd that Branagh insisted on trying to look so much like the Bard.
Elsewhere there's a beautifully staged scene in which Branagh discusses
his love of writing with a servant girl while marking out his garden, the
actor/director timing his blocking with the precision of Sammy Davis Jr
shuffling between instruments in one of his more show off performances. Some
gorgeous candlelit compositions are a reminder that when he's not helming
milque toast blockbusters, Branagh knows how to make a movie pretty to gaze
upon. Such moments are rare however, making All is True a
struggle for all but the most committed of Shakespeare fans, who may well
take umbrage with Branagh's account of their idol's late years.
All is True is on Netflix UK
now.