"This movie is like that beginning of "Amadeus" when Salieri is walking all excited in that Viennese hall filled with people because he knows Mozart is one of them. "This man had written his first concerto at the age of 4... his first symphony at 7, a full-scale opera at 12!" he keeps telling himself wondering the halls expecting Mozart to be this serious, profound young man but then when he meets him he gets slapped down with "That was Mozart! That giggling, dirty creature I'd just seen crawling on the floor." and Forman too had to battle with people who were convinced that Mozart was composing on white pedestal surrounded with golden bars and elephant tusks.
Well this move is told from that point of view. Shakespeare's plays must have been written by a distinguished person in some sort of laboratory who was joining power of the universe with derogative human nature in order to directly shape the world.
But really? Shakespeare was not a walking institution. He probably didn't care about calligraphy or even the design of his autograph, he was more concerned about entertaining the people.
OK but what about the rest of it? It was an OK historical drama with some interesting scenes but kind of stillborn on account that it was built on this falsehood and I expected to enjoy the movie for the sheer of it but it wasn't much possible since it's authors are so infatuated with this belief that Shakespeare was a fraud. Even Derek Jacobi himself believes this."