Critics shrugged over the potential summer blockbuster Robin Hood, which reteams director Ridley Scott and actor Russell Crowe. With a star-heavy cast that includes Cate Blanchett, William Hurt, Max Von Sydow, the great Eileen Atkins and many more, it's a prototypical opening night film for Cannes. Robin Hood delivers the star power they want to get the flash bulbs popping. Art can wait until tomorrow.
Most of the discussion shifted to how well the film would do worldwide; presumably with that cast and a large canvas, it will be fine. When an indifferent Alice In Wonderland from Tim Burton (who is the head of the jury at Cannes) saunters its way to $960 million worldwide (the 8th biggest grosser of all time), surely the equally bankable name of Robin Hood will be a safe bet. Crowe has never made a sequel and this franchise should change that. I just wish he'd start with another Master & Commander instead.
The festival insists the same number of journalists are here, but it feels like a smaller contingent, at least from the US. Online journalists like me have exploded from about 40 some eight years ago to 350 this year out of 1500 or so overall. It seems...quieter, But the list of intriguing films from major directors to new talent is -- as always -- impressive and a little overwhelming. The first day offers only two films. Starting tomorrow, there will always be hundreds of films showing in the festival, a sidebar or in the market and no one can come close to seeing them all.
ROBIN HOOD ** out of ****
Director Ridley Scott mocked the original title of this Robin Hood origin story: Nottingham. If you're going to make a movie about Robin Hood, he says, you better call it Robin Hood or you'll spend half your time explaining the title. Ironically, he's made a serious, sober, medieval adventure tale that is brave and fearless in depicting battle but runs in fear from any plot device even remotely similar to the Robin Hood myth we know so well in classic films like The Adventures Of Robin Hood (one of my favorite movies of all time). So the first person to shoot an arrow is Lady Marian, played by the game Cate Blanchett. Robin doesn't pave the way for King Richard; the Lion-Heart falls in battle towards the beginning. The Sheriff of Nottingham is toothless, for the most part. And Crowe isn't Sir Robin Of Loxley but a humble archer who takes that name in order to save his hide after the Crusades fall apart. Robin's men aren't so merry and the outlaws in Sherwood Forest are feral orphans scavenging for food. Almost every trope from the Robin Hood tales is ignored or turned on its head, though thankfully at least Friar Tuck (Mark Addy) is still a worldly man who loves a good drink. While a siege is rather hectically paced (surely battles in those days weren't as frenetic as video games), the film has a certain confidence. And Crowe is solid as the wry man of few words; he milks every nuance out of his lines. And he and Blanchett strike genuine sparks. It's fine, I kept saying to myself; it's fine. Ignore the film you expected them to make and just enjoy what they've delivered. I can't really dislike a film set in the 1100s that has the wit to nod to Monty Python and the Holy Grail in one early scene of theft. But while I can swallow the wholesale upending of Robin Hood and historical accuracy is for re-enactment buffs, not me, I found myself drowning in revisionism and just plain goofiness by the end. The French invaded England with boats akin to those invented for the D-Day landing. Robin offhandedly declares for a universal declaration of human rights while pre-dating the Magna Carta by years if not decades. He believes his father abandoned him at the age of six, until simply closing his eyes brings back a flood of memories about his father being slaughtered right in front of him. Lady Marian's can-do spirit extends to ludicrous lengths. The big battle includes a laughable rehashing of a scene from Rambo and the coda in Sherwood Forest that sets up the adventures to come is absurdly noble, down to Marian giving doses of medicine to some little tykes. Something is wrong when the watercolor end credit sequence is more intriguing than the film that preceded it. Far from a turkey, it's sure to be their biggest hit since Gladiator. Maybe with the sequel they won't be scared to have a little fun.
TOURNEE * out of ****
The only other film to screen today is Tournee/On Tour, from acclaimed French actor Mathieu Amalric, star of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly plus about a thousand other French films. This is his fourth film as director and tells about a down on his luck producer (who used to be big in TV) now touring the hinterlands of France with a gaggle of New Burlesque stars he found in America. They're women -- plus one man -- who devise witty, sometimes silly acts around the strip tease. In one memorable scene, Amalric is filling up his car and suddenly finds himself flirting with the woman at the cash register. Their dialogue pulses with real life and genuine discovery. Is this moment the hinge the movie turns on? No, it's just one of many random scenes but the fact that it feels focused and real just puts the rest of the film to shame. Mostly, we watch the gals goofing around before and after their shows, complaining about being hustled from town to town, putting on their costumes, rehearsing and performing before they pack up, head to a new city and do it all over again. Much is discovered: Amalric's producer character has two sons, an ex-wife, an ex-girlfriend with breast cancer and mountains of debt and bad will in Paris. The leader of the burlesque artists flirts mildly with him. And the show goes on. Even this description is probably too forceful and direct to get across the meandering pointlessness of the film. Mostly I thought about the power of the moustache. Amalric simply had to grow a seedy, porn-producer sort of stache and I immediately knew who this guy was. It's in Competition simply because of Amalric's great track record as an actor. (The very light smattering of applause it received surely came from the French contingent.) But then, the festival never programs movies it is high about on the first or second day. At least we got to see some burlesque acts. And there's always tomorrow.
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