‘Hamlet’ review: Eddie Izzard better with own musings than Shakespeare

What a piece of work is Eddie Izzard. The first time this critic experienced the inimitable Brit holding court in San Francisco, the self-described “action transvestite” was a riotous laugh machine, giddily pivoting from James Bond lampoons to Stonehenge musings in the absurdly hilarious “Dress to Kill.”

Now the gender-fluid grand dame is back in a solo “Hamlet,” a brisk sprint through the iconic Shakespearean tragedy.

Alas, there’s little room in this tragic masterpiece for Izzard’s signature brand of lacerating wit.