Robin Hood Film 2010 Russell Crowe

That Robin Hood is nowhere to exist found in Ridley Scott'due south "Robin Hood," starring Russell Crowe equally a warrior just back from fighting in the 3rd Crusade. Now Richard is dead, and Robin is substantially an unemployed mercenary. This story is a prequel. It takes place entirely before Robin got to be a folk hero. The idea of taking from the rich and giving to the poor was notwithstanding in storyboard class. Grieving Richard the Lionhearted and at present facing the tyrant King John, Robin leads an uprising.

This war broadens until, in the words of the movie'due south synopsis, "it volition forever alter the residual of world ability." That'south not all; "Robin will become an eternal symbol of freedom for his people." Keen for a man who, by full general understanding, did not exist. Although diverse obscure bandits and ne'er-exercise-wells inspired ancient ballads about such a effigy, our paradigm of him is largely a fiction from the 19th century.

But so what? In for a penny, in for a pound. After the expiry of Richard, Robin Hood raises, arms and fields an ground forces to repel a French army every bit information technology lands on an English language beach in wooden craft that look uncannily like World War 2 troop carriers at Normandy. His men, wielding broadswords, backed by archers, protected from enemy arrows past their shields, engage the enemy in a last human action devoted almost entirely to nonstop CGI and stunt carnage in which warriors clash in confused alarms and excursions, and Russell Crowe often appears in the foreground to whack somebody.

Subsequently, apparently, Robin pensioned his militia and retired to Sherwood Woods to play tag with Friar Tuck. That's my best guess; at the end the moving picture informs us, "and then the legend begins," leaving usa with the impression we walked in early on.

Ah, you say, only what of Maid Marion? In this telling, Marion (Cate Blanchett) is non a maid but a widow, and not a merry i. At one point she threatens to unman Robin with her dagger, which is unlike the Maid Marions I've known and loved. Blanchett plays the role with great class and convenance, which is all incorrect, I think. She's the kind of woman who would ever exist asking Robin, "Why exercise you permit that smelly so-chosen friar hang around you like a fanboy?"

If you listen closely to the movie's commercials, you may hear of a royal edict being result confronting "Robin of the Hood." A hood, in medieval English, was of course a forest or forest — a point that may exist lost on many of the commercial's viewers.

"Robin Hood" is a high-tech and well made violent activity motion picture using the proper noun of Robin Hood for no amend reason than that it's an established brand not protected by copyright. I cannot discover any sincere involvement on the part of Scott, Crowe or the writer Brian Helgeland in any previous version of Robin Hood. Their Robin is another weary retread of the muscular manlike slaughterers who with interchangeable names stand up at the center of ane overwrought bloodbath after some other.

Accept we grown weary of the delightful aspects of the Robin Hood legend? Is witty dialogue no longer permitted? Are Robin and Marion no longer immune to appoint in a spirited amour? Must their relationship seem like high-level sexual negotiations? How many people demand to be covered in boiling oil for Robin Hood'south story to be told these days? How many parents will be misled past the motion-picture show's PG-thirteen rating? Must children go direct from animated dragons to skewering and decapitation, with no interval of cheerful storytelling?

The photography is, however, remarkable, and Crowe and the others are filled with fierce energy. Ridley Scott is a fine director for work like this, although in another world, Hollywood would let him brand smarter films. God, he must be tired of enormous battle scenes.