Demand A Recount
Many people passed on seeing Shekar Kapur's Elizabeth
last year because they already filled their yearly Shakepeare
quota with a certain Oscar-winning
anachronistic farce. If you were one of these people, it's time
to atone for your sins.
People being set on fire. Fair maidens frolicking & sucking
thumbs. A midget. And that's just the first seven minutes. Cate
Blanchett not only deserves Gwyneth's
Oscar, she deserves to go over to the Paltrow residence, break in,
grab the Oscar, and club
Gwynnie about the head with it. She is that good. As for Joseph
"Don't call me Branagh" Fiennes, he is passable as Lord Robert.
Geoffrey Rush flexes some Oscar muscle, underplaying his role as
the queen's bad-ass
behind-the-scenes undercover right- hand-man. He fills the character
with a menace that hasn't hit the screen since Abe Vigoda in The
of the Corleone saga, watch the rhythm as the last twenty minutes
of Elizabeth unfolds. There's no denying the homage to The
Godfather's masterpiece final two reels. Wondrous overhead canted-angle
cinematography that would make Ernest
Dickerson proud. Razor-sharp script without one wasted word,
an elegaic, choral score by David Hirschfelder, and, yes, nudity.