What a gigantic heap of hooey

Kenneth Branagh’s elephantine adaptation of virtually the entire text of the Shakespeare play doesn’t seem to have an idea in its head (apart from a bad ones, setting the action in the 19th century & casting Jack Lemmon as Marcellus).
The over-the-top music and gratuitous camera movements are intolerably distracting, and Branagh rarely has a firm sense of where to place the camera. (He awkwardly cuts away from Crystal’s Yorick speech, for instance.)
If you want to see a film that does justice to Shakespeare's masterpiece, watch Grigori Kozintsev's version of Hamlet. It's a poem of light and sound.