If You Go Down To The Woods Today

Jun 02, 2010 01:51

Ridley Scott's new interpretation of the Robin Hood mythos - relevantly titled Robin Hood - was much like a Dresden golf course after Arthur "Bomber / Butcher" Harris's boys had paid a visit to that formerly most glamorous of Saxonian cities: under fucking par.

'Realism' seemed to be the name of the game these chaps were playing at. As you saw in the previous sentence I put the word in sneer quotes: I did this because I sneer at it. If they really wanted to 'real' it up, they should've just had the whole film in French and I wouldn't have bothered going to see it on principle.



Yiff in Hell, Gisbourne, ya sad Norman twat.

It's too late to write a proper review as I saw it weeks ago and I want to go to bed so I'll just say that the opening half hour spent in France depicting the siege of Châlus and its aftermath was the best bit by far. Other than that, Cate Blanchett is crap at being a tsundere, Crowe is a butthurt hero and just about everything else was a bit of a washout. The Angevin Empire never ended and the Normans never went home. Don't like it? Then write a letter to your local MP in la chambre des communes dans le parlement for all the good it'll do you.

Bonne nuit, les cons.
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