“To see Anonymous or not to see Anonymous: that is the question“…no.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to speak about Anonymous“…and, no.
“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by Anonymous“…oh God, no.
Oh bugger. The course of true critique never did run smooth, and I’m no Shakespeare. So let me just say, in my own words, that Anonymous is the official starting bell for the Oscar race this year. It’s a wild and crazy, swords and swagger, love and lust look at how Shakespeare maybe-coulda-possibly come up with all those wonderful plays, sonnets and poems. And the movie is wonderful itsownself; it’s as dazzling a story as anything Shakespeare could have come up with. Huzzah!
