Can't say this is one of my favourite Shakespeare plays. It's not bad - pretty funny at times, and the rollercoaster of Benedick and Beatrice's relationship is so absurd that I couldn't help but laugh. Their banter is easily the best part of this play.

But, like, I know it's in the title, but nothing really happens. A big fuss occurs over nothing, and it's resolved as if nothing happened. What the heck.