When the filmmaker and actor’s name pops up, you likely – and fortunately, for his sake – recall the man’s respected string of Shakespeare adaptations: Henry V, Much Ado About Nothing, As You Like It, and his gargantuan Hamlet.
Narrowing his scope way, way down from the Marvel bombast of Thor and his movie-star-drunk Agatha Christie adaptations, Kenneth Branagh’s autobiographical Belfast , easily his strongest film since his Hamlet in 1996 (if not ever), begins with that exact alarm bell ringing for Buddy (Jude Hill).
His imagination flies and he talks a lot, which is no surprise considering the thespian Branagh would later be, even filming all of “Hamlet” in 70mm.
Kenneth Branagh is an all-caps filmmaker, generally preferring the grand dramatic gesture even when a subtler flourish would do: the same man, after all, gave us both a gorgeous full-length Hamlet (1996) and a bloated Murder on the Orient Express (2017).
When Branagh burst onto the scene in the ‘90s as an innovative actor-director of stage and screen, he garnered a lot of “next Olivier” buzz (thanks in no small part to his signature achievement, the 4-hour 1996 adaptation of Hamlet).
It’s ironic that Branagh will be competing against the black-and-white “The Tragedy of Macbeth,” a Shakespeare adaptation similar to Branagh’s Oscar nominations for “Henry V” (1989) and “Hamlet” (1996) directing himself like Sir Laurence Olivier.