"Truth hath better deeds than words to grace it." Such is the unlikely thesis of The Two Gentlemen of Verona, penned by one of posterity's greatest playwrights to reflect on the fickleness of lust and persistence of love.
Many have attempted to bring Shakespeare forward to the present-day by banishing all sense of antiquity. Few are able to retain all sense of the original, while illustrating how timeless the story can be. The cast and crew of Much Ado have achieved it.
I want to applaud Joss Whedon's Much Ado About Nothing for all the things it does right, and I will. But Whedon's side project -- between his various TV and Marvel-related entertainments -- gets one thing unfortunately wrong: It's never very funny.
One of Shakespeare's most frustrating plays, Much Ado About Nothing features young lovers you don't really want to see get together. But if you've got a battling Beatrice and Benedick, the night is sure to be rescued. That's certainly the case with this new production.