A very strong ending saves this tale of two morons from being, well, a tale of two morons who systematically wreck everything they've got going for them. I can't even really call it a tragedy even though, being self-inflicted, it pretty much deserves the title, because it's not actually tragic that these two fools are dead. Good riddance to 'em, I say. It's not as if Caesar's a particularly likable alternative either, but he is competent and I'll forgive a lot for competency.

I'm reminded a little at the end of Romeo and Juliet, who also managed to kill themselves through an excess of drama, but R&J were children so one can forgive them their immaturity. Antony and Cleo do not have the same excuse; they're just silly and selfish, continuously vacillating and not at all glorious, despite Caesar trying to slap a good final face on them regardless.