My wife and I just watched the movie Anonymous again.
I liked it. I understand that it received mixed reviews from critics, and, quite predictably, the literary establishment panned it.
Perhaps they’re right. Unlike Sir Derek Jacobi, who appears at the beginning and the end of the film, I’m not yet a confirmed Oxfordian. I haven’t made a serious study of the topic. But I’m no longer a confirmed Stratfordian, either. I’ve read enough to have an open mind on the matter. I used to think that the Shakespearean authorship question was silly — the province, merely, of cranks. But it’s actually a genuinely intriguing mystery, and my impression is that there are legitimate grounds for doubting that Mr. Shakspere wrote the sonnets and the plays.
Posted from Park City, Utah