Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)
This narrow film certainly isn't for everyone, but then again, it never was meant to be. Tom Stoppard adapts his own play in his one and only turn in the director's chair. The outcome could have been better. To a large extent, we get the clever comedy and the delightful playfulness of the conversations between our two leads as they drag us through philosophical and existential twaddle or truths (depending on your point of view) on their quest to find out what's going on with Hamlet - and ultimately themselves. The genius of Stoppard's play is how it constantly balances between the poetic, the brilliant and the nonsensical. Shakespeareans will enjoy the film version as well, but doubtingly to the same extent as they did the play. The reason is this: Stoppard cannot seem to bring his film the vitality and vigour it needs. The film works best when Tim Roth and an inspired Gary Oldman are left alone to ponder their existence, but comes off as too stagy in many of the narratively conclusive parts, making it a tiring and overlong experience.