Shakespeare didn’t make this one easy. Try to enjoy The Merchant Of Venice as a crafty comedy, and you risk being insensitive. See it as a subversive tragedy, and you trip over author’s intent.
Pretend as many do that the play isn’t anti-Semitic, and there is still a lot of weirdness to navigate, like a rich dead father forcing his daughter to marry the first man who guesses which coffin hides her portrait, and a man so lustful and greedy he risks his best friend’s life to hook up with that daughter (we are supposed to root for this guy, by the way.)
As for me, I like it, even more once it gets going. I just don’t feel good about saying so.