Centurion
July 23rd 2010 00:34
AD 117. A splinter group of Roman soldiers meet up with a lone centurion, Quintus (Michael Fassbinder), the sole survivor from a devastating attack on a frontier fort. Together they fight for their lives behind enemy lines after their legion is decimated in a devastating guerrilla attack under General Virilus (Dominic West) who is taken prisoner by the savage Scots Gaelic tribe known as the Picts.
Writer/director Neil Marshall makes a (slight) return to form after the absurd mish-mash of Doomsday (2008). Nowhere near as nightmarish as The Descent (2005), nor as novel as Dog Soldiers (2002), but just as lean and mean as them both, Centurion is a blood and thunder sword and sandal thriller that moves with the ferocity of a hungry wolf and packs the punch of a battering ram. It’s tough as rustic nails with more than enough entertaining gusto to please those who found Gladiator too smooth around the edges.
Think Southern Comfort (1981) meets Apocalypto (2008), or to be more precise, think the Romans as the cavalry and the Picts as the Apaches; for this is a Western for broadsword lovers. Based on the legend of the Roman Ninth Legion who supposedly disappeared without a trace, and Marshall pulls it off, with a few reservations. A great cast (with one reservastion), fantastic location shooting in the highlands of Scotland, stunning steel-blue cinematography which captures perfectly the intensity of the climate and majesty of the landscape, and excellent art direction and costuming which slams to the hilt period authenticity.
My main gripe is the modern style of acting and the dialogue. Herein lies the Rub with period movies of so long ago. To be truly realistic, if the Picts are given the Celtic tongue with sub-titles, then so the Romans should be talking in Latin, but then we have a completely foreign movie on our hands and unhappy producers and even less interested distributors. The acting style feels very modern, too much so at times, in particular the stilted performance from actor (turned director) Noel Clarke who plays Macros, one of the splinter group, but at least he’s a peripheral character.
Big props to the excellent Michael Fassbender as Quintus (although his voiceovers sounded distractingly like Paul McGann in Withnail and I), a couple of his fellow soldiers, Morrissey as Bothos and Liam Cunningham as Brick, also Dominic West as the fearless Virilus, Alison Poots as Arianne, the pretty lone witch, Urlich Thomsen as the Pict leader Gorlacon, and last, but not least, the exotic allure of Olga Kurylenko as Etain, the mute and vengeful Pict tracker. Let’s face it though; the cast are all too-good-looking for the period
As tense and fast-paced (a cracking 90-minutes) as Centurion is I found the numerous sweeping helicopter shots of the ragged bunch of soldiers trudging and jogging across the ridges and fields a little much (reminded me too much of Peter Jackson’s signature sweeps from LOTR). These kinds of repeated montages (despite the changing landscape) felt like padding. The battle sequences, however, made up for those indulgent moments of geographical gushing. Action and violence has always been Marshall’s strong point. I was expecting more graphic gore, considering the amount of bloodletting in his first two features, and although the movie is considerably more violent than any other sword and sandal movie, there was a sly, but obvious, restraint; more often than not you think you’ve seen more than you have. Still, there were a couple of impressive decapitations, and a few other novel killings including a double-impaling with spear!
Marshall makes great looking movies, there’s no doubt about that, and he knows how to entertain an audience. Centurion is a great popcorn movie, with lashings of salt, and looks great on the big screen, but it also demands the accompaniment of large gourds of ale, which, unfortunately can only be indulged upon once the movie hits the video stores a little later in the year (curious if the 130-minute version will surface then). Hell, see it once on the big screen, and do it again later with over-flowing mug of ale in hand, a throaty camaraderie, and wolf whistles galore for every time Atain makes her dangerously seductive sideways glance.
Centurion is Deliverance (1972) sparring with Flesh & Blood (1985), the kind of rollicking, rambunctious, take-no-prisoners assault on the senses only Neil Marshall could make, and I glad it was he who made such a flick, all gripes aside. Olga Kurylenko in blue Pict war-paint and pelts, astride a horse, spear in hand, will linger long in the mind. So pass that leg of wild boar, pour me more dark ale, and hand me my dagger … The night is falling swift and hard, and that savage enemy will pierce in the darkness, we must be ready, our allegiance held high.
Here's the trailer:
Writer/director Neil Marshall makes a (slight) return to form after the absurd mish-mash of Doomsday (2008). Nowhere near as nightmarish as The Descent (2005), nor as novel as Dog Soldiers (2002), but just as lean and mean as them both, Centurion is a blood and thunder sword and sandal thriller that moves with the ferocity of a hungry wolf and packs the punch of a battering ram. It’s tough as rustic nails with more than enough entertaining gusto to please those who found Gladiator too smooth around the edges.
Think Southern Comfort (1981) meets Apocalypto (2008), or to be more precise, think the Romans as the cavalry and the Picts as the Apaches; for this is a Western for broadsword lovers. Based on the legend of the Roman Ninth Legion who supposedly disappeared without a trace, and Marshall pulls it off, with a few reservations. A great cast (with one reservastion), fantastic location shooting in the highlands of Scotland, stunning steel-blue cinematography which captures perfectly the intensity of the climate and majesty of the landscape, and excellent art direction and costuming which slams to the hilt period authenticity.
My main gripe is the modern style of acting and the dialogue. Herein lies the Rub with period movies of so long ago. To be truly realistic, if the Picts are given the Celtic tongue with sub-titles, then so the Romans should be talking in Latin, but then we have a completely foreign movie on our hands and unhappy producers and even less interested distributors. The acting style feels very modern, too much so at times, in particular the stilted performance from actor (turned director) Noel Clarke who plays Macros, one of the splinter group, but at least he’s a peripheral character.
Big props to the excellent Michael Fassbender as Quintus (although his voiceovers sounded distractingly like Paul McGann in Withnail and I), a couple of his fellow soldiers, Morrissey as Bothos and Liam Cunningham as Brick, also Dominic West as the fearless Virilus, Alison Poots as Arianne, the pretty lone witch, Urlich Thomsen as the Pict leader Gorlacon, and last, but not least, the exotic allure of Olga Kurylenko as Etain, the mute and vengeful Pict tracker. Let’s face it though; the cast are all too-good-looking for the period
As tense and fast-paced (a cracking 90-minutes) as Centurion is I found the numerous sweeping helicopter shots of the ragged bunch of soldiers trudging and jogging across the ridges and fields a little much (reminded me too much of Peter Jackson’s signature sweeps from LOTR). These kinds of repeated montages (despite the changing landscape) felt like padding. The battle sequences, however, made up for those indulgent moments of geographical gushing. Action and violence has always been Marshall’s strong point. I was expecting more graphic gore, considering the amount of bloodletting in his first two features, and although the movie is considerably more violent than any other sword and sandal movie, there was a sly, but obvious, restraint; more often than not you think you’ve seen more than you have. Still, there were a couple of impressive decapitations, and a few other novel killings including a double-impaling with spear!
Marshall makes great looking movies, there’s no doubt about that, and he knows how to entertain an audience. Centurion is a great popcorn movie, with lashings of salt, and looks great on the big screen, but it also demands the accompaniment of large gourds of ale, which, unfortunately can only be indulged upon once the movie hits the video stores a little later in the year (curious if the 130-minute version will surface then). Hell, see it once on the big screen, and do it again later with over-flowing mug of ale in hand, a throaty camaraderie, and wolf whistles galore for every time Atain makes her dangerously seductive sideways glance.
Centurion is Deliverance (1972) sparring with Flesh & Blood (1985), the kind of rollicking, rambunctious, take-no-prisoners assault on the senses only Neil Marshall could make, and I glad it was he who made such a flick, all gripes aside. Olga Kurylenko in blue Pict war-paint and pelts, astride a horse, spear in hand, will linger long in the mind. So pass that leg of wild boar, pour me more dark ale, and hand me my dagger … The night is falling swift and hard, and that savage enemy will pierce in the darkness, we must be ready, our allegiance held high.
Here's the trailer:
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Comment by David O'Connell
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Comment by JohnDoe
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The trailer is cool for sure.
I love Marshall's work as you know, still haven't seen Doomsday, but this will definitely be worthy of the bigscreen...would be a great double bill with "Valhalla Rising"
Comment by Matt Shea
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