(Note that I rate Shakespeare plays relative to other Shakespeare plays.)

I loved this play in many ways, but mostly for its ironic comedy, which is odd, since the play is supposed to be a tragedy. The snide comments of Enobarbus were especially fun, and the play gets darkly slapstick when Antony botches his suicide, and while bleeding from the gut, or groin, or whatever, must be hoisted up onto a monument by Cleopatra and her retinue, who joke and complain about his weight. Once aloft, he wants to pontificate, but Cleo shuts him up, even though these are the last words he will utter. The deaths of the lovers reminded me of the Titus Andronicus, more than the later tragedies.