The Death of Robin Hood
For once, a Robin Hood film has come along that challenges us to think about what redemption costs.
For once, a Robin Hood film has come along that challenges us to think about what redemption costs.
While one‑dimensional family dynamics and an uneven final act hold it back, Hall’s anchored performance and Bravo’s atmospheric direction ensure the unease lingers.
The film is likely to poke, prod, stab, and sting at the ribs of its demographic until their hope for redemption runs out.
Two hours of virtually nonstop fighting, all of it bloody and vicious, though most of it is inflicted on child traffickers, so it’s fine.