I had to branch out from my typical theater and go arthouse for this morning’s title, Much Ado About Nothing.
I carried in with me some emotional baggage related to director Joss Whedon. We have a (one-sided) history, he and I. On the one hand, I obsessed over his shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel with the level of manic fetishism of which only teenage girls are capable. Even now that my passions have had decades to cool, I still think he writes the most brilliant dialogue. On the other hand, I feel that he creates intriguing characters and universes but then has no clue what to do with them. He’s completely incapable of writing a happy relationship, and so he breaks up every couple. He paints himself into a narrative corner, and then inevitably the only solution he can come up with is to kill someone. Preferably whoever is currently the fandom’s most beloved. That’s not drama. That’s just laziness. Continue reading