
Here is a far from exhaustive list of complaints about Hamnet, drawn from the UK and US press. Paul Mescal plays William Shakespeare with the force of a “castrated dormouse”. We should be weeping for murdered Iranians in real life instead of a long-gone dramatist’s “imaginary boy”. The film’s closing music is “Volvo advert-friendly”. “What is Hamnet . . . without a little ham?” Turning to my WhatsApp account now, friends of reliable judgment think the film “terrible” or — worse — “midwit”.
The same film, in the coming weeks, will win awards by the bushel. Five-star reviews of it could fill one of those posters on Tube platforms. Some come from critics whose views are treated as ex cathedra.