What is it about fancy prep schools that makes them the de facto setting for contemporary re-imaginings of Shakespeare? Something about the parent-free environs of the pretty and privileged makes it a completely believable breeding ground for Shakespearean turmoil of assorted varieties. This time, we get Twelfth Night, only it’s (poorly) renamed She’s the Man and involves fewer tropical islands and shipwrecks and more soccer and slapstick.
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