Oscar Wilde is arguably the most quotable author since Shakespeare; his wit unquestionable and his way with words ingenious. For me, he’s also a bit of a hero, and his quip about hating to write and loving to have written, has become a personal motto. Perhaps that’s why I was so underwhelmed by Rupert Everett’s limp attempt to lionize the Irishman in “The Happy Prince.”As its writer and director, Everett’s first mistake is focusing almost [...]