Sus, 30, London-based, Australian-born.
Buffy, 18th Century anything, OTT 90's action movies, costume dramas, Veronica Mars, The Police, The X-Files, Joan Jett, Ridley Scott, bluegrass, Firefly, hot tea, cold lemonade, Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Philip Pullman, Patrick O'Brian, Tarantino, the teen movie oeuvre from any decade, the first 2 Terminators, ditto Alien(s), Viggo Mortensen, Indiana Jones and Dorothy L. Sayers.
I wanted to scream at and flail my fists at this film so much. And then deescalate and cry on its shoulder and have makeup kisses. I love Sir Ridley and Lord Crowe and pretty much everyone in this production but MAN I can not abide by this film.
Yep, my reaction was thematically similar: Oh wow!! Ugh. No. Oh woooooow!! ugh. No. Stop. Hang on, I like this part. Wait, do I like this? Is this anger? exhilaration? what is this? I was very conflicted for a good while. Then I gave in to the magic over-the-topness of Ridley Scott and decided it was awesome. Thereby followed rationalisation. It’s an over-40’s romance played straight. It’s Plantagenets. It’s Mark Strong’s sassy villain routine. It’s Cate Blanchett in riding gloves. It’s Crowe doing his leader-of-the-pack thing (sniff, I miss you Aubrey). It’s full of chain mail and arrows and horses and strident cheesy battle music. It’s the unofficial 12th century little-brother-esque sequel to Kingdom of Heaven. It’s flawed. Aren’t we all.
Confession: I LOVED this version. (but then I am shameless for Ridley Scott).
Good things about it: Eleanor of Aquitaine, Marian’s outfits, Russell Crowe being surprisingly low-key, Matthew MacFadyen being gross as the sherriff, the animated closing titles, a sweet love story where both parties are over 40 (bravo casting, women do still exist over 40, well spotted), Walter drunk and cheeky, archery cam, Mark Strong trying to out-evil Alan Rickman for Robin Hood villainy, and the phrase “ask me nicely”.