"Were the World Mine" paints a lush gaytopia, fantasical and dreamy and with more flowers than "Pink Narcissus."
phramok only went on my behalf; he expected sappy homo fluff. And that was there, don't you doubt: there's fabulously laughable dancing and singing and prancing. That's kind of a satire...like the film's conceit of a puckish queer recruiting all your straight sons with his powerful homo magic!
The love potion shoots in... anatomical spurts... from a violet pansy.
Yup.
It takes that kind of fun with the "Midsummer Night's Dream" that it cribs and reforms. Shakespeare flies like ravens from the mouths of love-suckered boys and their Tori Amos teacher. Not all, but some and to some fine effect.
phramok gave it faint praise for teaching us a couple lines: the course of love never did run smooth. The Bard had good ideas, well-put and well-preserved.
I rate the film well, despite it's failure to reveal more of its cast than attractive torsos. It is a lark, taken wing.
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