In Extremis is subtitled "A Love Letter", which could be the subtitle of everything written about Oscar Wilde, ever. Is there anyone who doesn't fall in love with him a little more every time they read about him? So I imagine that goes double for anyone who tries to write about him.
According to a telegram Wilde sent a friend, he visited a palm reader shortly before his trial. Though his friends were urging him to flee for France, "Mrs. Robinson" told him that his trial would be a great triumph.
This dramatic imagining of Wilde's meeting with the palm reader was produced for the 100th anniversary of Wilde's death (in 2000), and directed by Trevor Nunn.
A large amount of the script is monologue --mostly Mrs. Robinson's. Wilde spends most of the play in a chair. While a director might choose to add more movement to Wilde in a live performance, he's chair-bound as written, which makes imagining Wilde like imagining a series of still photographs.
A great actor could possibly make this worth watching. On paper --as a pure read-- it's missing some spark.