Rupert Everett’s paean to Oscar Wilde’s final, desperate days is mainly interesting for its connection to Oscar Wilde. “The Importance of Being Ernest” was in the back of my mind the whole time I watched Wilde’s dissolution in turn-of-the-century Paris and Naples. Coming on top of Collette, I’m getting familiar with the period, not to mention the disadvantages dealt to women and gays. An unrelated thought: how nice it must be to be able to cast Colin Firth, Emma Watson and Tom Wilkinson in secondary roles in your project.