10/10. A superbly crafted romance filled with Shakespearean, Freudian, and Hollywood easter eggs, and it rewards re-watching. It mocks the idea of pretending to historical accuracy, and is only possible because of this. It is a highly self-aware film. It even avoids the fatality of many other reproductions of Shakespeare by coming off as pretentious or condescending. Instead, when Henslowe, Shakespeare's patron, asks the distracted poet when he will finish the play he is supposed to be writing, Shakespeare almost begins to ramble verbosely: "Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move." And just then, Henslowe sharply interjects: "No, no, we haven't the time. Talk prose."