This week we sip wine, eat grapes fresh off the Tuscan vines, and read poetry, but what's this? Strapping lads galloping over the ridge crests, chests bare, pants leather, and cocky smirks adorning their faces as they ride to our villa. Here, here they ride for our entertainment: Much Ado About Nothing, the Shakespeare comedy very much like all his other comedies but made all the better by DENZEL WASHINGTON, friggin' sparkling. We discuss Keanu Reeves in an evil massage dungeon parlor, Michael Keaton being on his own planet, and Emma Thompson in her element, just shredding it. Once again, it's all about love: being in love, not wanting love, falling in love, destroying love, and in the end does someone die? No, and yes, wait, maybe, kind of, from a certain point of view.