A grim imagining of the titular character that is probably the most intriguing tale I’ve experienced. Sitting through the gritty violence, the unraveling of the myth around the outlaw, and the old English accents of the cast come forth. It’s a tale that you’ll slowly but surely become invested in even if it feels like it’s about to break into something fascinating and never does.

The slow burning aspect of the film can hurt itself, at times dragging out scenes. But when they do it to showcase the beautiful visuals I can’t complain about the feast my eyes are engorging. The rhythm doesn’t let up and struggles to develop its ideas enough to match it despite the intentions it aims for.

Murray Bartlett surprised me the most, he’s quite great as the Leper even going as far to delving himself deep into the transformation of the character, quipping an accent that is quite difficult to adapt for a person not of British descent. Add on the accompanying philosophical dialogue and heavy weight the character has to carry for Hugh Jackman’s Robin Hood, it’s a clear standout amongst the rest of the cast.