This modern dress adaptation on IW, directed by Christine Edzard, isn't widely known but this is a play that doesn't transfer to film comfortably. I think you need to take a radically imaginative approach to a play that goes from court to forest and back again. It's almost as extreme a shift in locale as The Tempest. Two of the most famous film treatments are Paul Czinner's 1936 romp (featuring a very young Laurence Olivier and the hilariously German tongued Elisabeth Bergner) and Kenneth Branah's sumptuous 2006 film. This one had a far smaller budget and a much slower take on the play.
Harbage wrote that one's sympathy for this play is the surest test of his responsiveness to Shakespeare. He's a great critic and educator, but he can shove this opinion up his ass. Among the comedies I much prefer Much Ado About Nothing and Twelfth Night.
In fact, other than Jacques, I don't really care for anybody in it. I wanna fuck Rosalind's name more than I wanna fuck her, if that makes any sense.
I haven't seen this new version yet. My only familiarity with any film of it is the ancient Olivier-Bergner production. And while I've liked Branagh in other things, I've come to the conclusion that he's the worst Shakespearean on earth.
I'm not sure I want to sit through this this summer. My question is if the play is set in the Appalachian Mountains, circa 1840, where isn't the forest?