It was an entertaining show - quite funny on many levels. I couldn't endorse it and probably won't see it again because it was quite a bit more descriptive than necessary (one of those times when it's not edifying to be familiar with Elizabethan English!). But the value of seeing it was that it highighted the world's best. Theater is a high form of art. Antony and Cleopatra is great literature. Shakespeare is considered to be the finest expression of love in the English languages. But after the play, I thought, "Is this it? Did I really just spend 2.5 hours watching the highest form of English culture?" Don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful time and hope to see the next Shakespeare production, but the whole thing had a hollow feeling about it.
Part of the reaction probably comes from not studying Shakespeare, but part of the reaction is similar to Solomon's in Ecclesiastes 2:4-11:
C. S. Lewis wrote in "The Weight of Glory":
When a person has been united with Christ in a saving relationship with God, he is satisfied in that relationship. Then, he may enjoy the things that Solomon and Lewis mention because he is first satisfied in God.