Cats are dogs. Black is white. Two plus two equals seven! Whedon should stick to creating original works and let Kenneth Branagh adapt Shakespeare’s plays. I found myself constantly comparing this film to the 1993 Branagh production of Much Ado About Nothing. This version is Dadaesque in a bad way, and the Southern California atmosphere detracts from SOME good performances by Alexis Denisof and Amy Acker (Wesley finally gets Fred) & a breathtaking one by Paul Meston as the Friar. One central role, Hero, is played by an anonymous woman who is unlikely to be the next Kate Beckinsale in her dreams. It is oddly sexual and not in a good way-seems like Whedon’s hangup with sex leading to only death and destruction got full reign here. I found myself longing for Keanu Reeves clear performance (I know how that sounds). In comparison to many productions that went straight to YouTube, I found the sound quality to be extremely poor. It was like a party full of people that you always wanted to get to know and NOW YOU CAN’T LEAVE, GOD HELP ME! Also I’ve never noticed it before, but after seeing WWZ yesterday, I can’t believe that I never noticed how white Whedon productions are. He did rent the occasional Negro to stand around smiling (there were 3) and an Asian woman to sing. There are sprinkles of hipster moments in scenes with no dialogue. That isn’t to say that you won’t enjoy it. It can be very funny in parts, but don’t expect your usual Whedon goodness. Maybe I’m a Philistine & wrong. Feel free to explain to me what everything means and why it is awesome.