Director Jonathan English delivers his version of the medieval
magnificent seven with all the historical accuracy of Brave heart with twice
the violence and gore. Despite its many factual flaws, what this film does authentically
portray is the brutality of combat in the dark ages, and that it does ad nauseum. The
acting is subdued but engaging, the effects are over reaching, and the cinematography
provides this flick with a gritty and genuine scope and sweep. Paul Giamatti is
absolutely miscast as the cowardly and oppressive king. His performance comes off whiny and irritating
rather than convincing and sinister. James Purefoy plays the brooding and
reluctant hero, obsessively, and Brian Cox convincingly portrays the rebellious
baron probably the best performance of his career. Finally, Kate Mara delivers a
less than stellar performance as the tormented heroine locked into a loveless
marriage and a soulless yearning for Purefoy's knightly warrior. The remaining
cast pulls of a B minus attempt to capture the camaraderie and chemistry of the
magnificent seven, dirty dozen ensemble concept. In the end, it was a good idea
that never reached beyond that. 2 out of
5 Kernels: this movie lived and died by its own sword.
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