This is sadly pathetic when you consider the material at your disposal and all the talent on display.
The grinning Brian Cox is the only thesp in it who seems to be aware that he’s starring in a godawful pile of hokum. And he steals the movie.
The rest: crappy cinematography, derivative battles and sword fights, Orlando Bloom once gain displaying his inability to act a lick. What else? James Horner utilising the same score he’s used in a hundred other films (maybe I’m exaggerating), and dialogue so cringe you’d think Ed Wood Jr. was on scriptwriting duties.
A motion picture which is balls. But it has a certain appeal in that it’s a lesson in how to make proper drivel.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 