Both Oldman and Roth turn in flat and uninspiring performances.

As happens at the opera, one usually laughs (if one laughs at all) not because something is funny, but because one has successfully recognized that it is supposed to be funny.

As a movie, this material, freely adapted by Stoppard, is boring and endless. It lies flat on the screen, hardly stirring.

…Tom Stoppard gives his brilliant dialogue its head; a filmed play rather than a film, but with more good ideas than a dozen movies, offering a thematically linked Hamlet-adjacent text in an increasingly crowded marketplace…