Starring:	Al Pacino
	Alec Bladwin
	Winona Ryder
	Kevin Spacey
Director:	Al Pacino	Colour

So much noise has been made over the centuries that William Shakespere is, well, William Shakespere, that those of us who "just don't get it" are left with social egg on their faces at dinner parties and have to get their coats. So enter stage right Al Pacino, a bard lover and Richard III obsessive, who has decided to try and cinematically examine just what makes the old boy so engimatic. He thrashes through the story of Richard III, rehearses and performs key scenes, visits various locations pertinent to the subject at hand and interviews Joe and Joanna public about their takes on the man. The first hour rattles along in a hugely entertaining way, enjoying many a jolly jape with his yankee luvvies. As the reels spool on however, Pacino can't resist the temptation to fall increasingly into angst ridden performance. Presumably, the intention is to win the viewer over, and take him / her on the journey of the story. However, if all the rhetoric and navel gazing still hasn't convinced you, you once again feel left out. Pacino puts the whole shabang together with a lot of flair, ably demonstrating that he hasn't spent his whole life on a movie set sitting in his Winnebago. Most of America's thespians seem to want to go through this with him, and they are a delight to watch. As a sum of it's parts however, this is an excellently concieved, but patchily executed documentary.