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<text id=91TT1392>
<title>
June 24, 1991: Stranded in Sherwood Forest
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
June 24, 1991 Thelma & Louise
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
CINEMA, Page 58
Stranded in Sherwood Forest
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<p>By RICHARD CORLISS
</p>
<qt>
<l>ROBIN HOOD: PRINCE OF THIEVES</l>
<l>Directed by Kevin Reynolds</l>
<l>Screenplay by Pen Densham and John Watson</l>
</qt>
<p> Kevin Costner as Robin Hood. Modern Hollywood's most
likable star playing medieval England's most engaging hero--this is a parlay that sets moguls dancing. Its ostensibly canny
match of star and subject assures that Robin Hood: Prince of
Thieves will fill theaters. But will it send moviegoers out
enthralled? The message from this cracked crystal ball is:
Naaah.
</p>
<p> Granted, the picture has the makings. With a series of
improbable hits, Costner has proved he can make huge audiences
care about dead baseball players and gentle folks who speak
Sioux. And the Robin Hood saga is very nearly perfect for
movies: a thrilling adventure, a love story, a dream of nobility
turned to common good. Robin of Locksley, that ancient and
up-to-date people's hero, defends England against Norman
predators and robs the rich to give to the poor.
</p>
<p> The Robin Hood films are, of course, not about a
Norman-Saxon feud or the equitable redistribution of goods. They
are about star quality. The mythic Robin Hood is a figure of
strength, grace, wit and humanity. He radiates moral
self-confidence. He is a fellow's best friend and a woman's
dream lover. He personifies what in simpler times was called
masculinity. No wonder the role lured some of the cinema's top
exemplars of derring-do. Douglas Fairbanks (1922), Errol Flynn
(1938) and Sean Connery (1976) made memorable glosses on the
English lord--and no matter that the actors hailed,
respectively, from Colorado, Tasmania and Scotland. Fairbanks
soared, Flynn grinned, Connery smoldered, and each struck
singular movie sparks.
</p>
<p> Today, when dour antiheroes have glutted the market, Robin
Hood is again the good guy of choice. Just last month Fox TV
aired a new version, directed by John Irvin and starring Patrick
Bergin. That Robin Hood is no instant classic. Its action scenes
consist mostly of guys milling outside castles and roaring like
juiced-up fans at a Midlands football match. But Bergin does
invest the woodsman from the 1190s with a bit of 1990s Green
Power. Waging guerrilla war against the ravagers of Sherwood
Forest, Bergin is at one with his sylvan surroundings--a butch
Bambi.
</p>
<p> In Costner's larger, busier take on the legend, the only
green power is at the box office. With a sigh, the script
reprises Robin's recruiting of his Merry Men (a pallid crowd
here), his verbal jousting (uninspired), his romance with Maid
Marian (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio, her wondrous screen
potential again untapped). The movie treats these plot points
as tiresome requirements, not chances to work fresh alchemy on
old elements. At 2 hours 20 minutes, the enterprise lacks
passion, or even a sense of inspired fun; it is as if the
filmmakers were dutifully honoring business commitments. Wading
through the torpid spots, director Kevin Reynolds seems like a
restless kid--or, maybe, like the audience--impatient to get
on with the swashbuckling.
</p>
<p> That's when Prince of Thieves finally jolts awake. Robin
orchestrates a cunning climactic assault, the Merry Men's arrows
sizzle through the sky like happy Scuds, and the bustle of
bodies and cameras produces congenial movie movement. Two of the
actors carry this larkish spirit throughout the film. Geraldine
McEwan, in devil-doll weeds, makes for a hilariously desiccated
witch. And Alan Rickman, fairly drooling with delight at his own
wickedness, plays the Sheriff of Nottingham as a vibrant cartoon
villain: Snidely Whiplash rampant.
</p>
<p> These performers are British; they were steeped from birth
in high style and the seductive melody of theatrical rhetoric.
But the leads--Costner, Mastrantonio, Christian Slater as Will
Scarlet, Micheal McShane as Friar Tuck, Morgan Freeman as a Moor
displaced in Nottingham--are all American, intoning flat
varieties of American English. They sound like tourists stranded
in Sherwood Forest. And they inadvertently give a new meaning
to the story: now Robin and his band are vagrant colonials who
save England from those who can actually speak the language.
</p>
<p> Dull speaking, in Costner's case, is an emblem of
miscasting. The character of Robin Hood demands emotional
exuberance--not Costner's forte. He does not spring; he is
coiled. He is a reactive actor; audiences enjoy watching him
think. In Bull Durham, Field of Dreams and Dances with Wolves
he played, quite persuasively, cynics who find something to
believe in. But Nottinghamshire is no place for California
dreamin'. Perhaps, in the two recent movies about legendary
princes, the stars should have swapped roles. Mel Gibson could
have been a dashing Robin Hood and Costner a provocative Hamlet.
</p>
<p> Not till the very end of the film, when King Richard pops
up, portrayed, in a surprise appearance, by an actor who has
launched many a grand movie adventure, will audiences get a
glimpse of epic star quality. Then, like the Merry Men, they
will unleash a hearty ho-ho. The rest of this Robin Hood merits
only a ho-hum.
</p>
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