Robin Hood Has a British Accent and Not Much Else

Robin Hood (2018)

Robin Hood was certainly a movie. It existed, had a beginning, a middle, and an end. It had actors performing roles on sets and scenes and “plot”. The only thing it was missing was an original thought. It tried to be a daring new take on the legend of Robin Hood, but did nothing better than other versions. It tried to have humor, but nothing comparable to Robin Hood: Men in Tights. It tried to have gritty and violent scenes, but they paled in comparison to Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood. It tried to have an American play the role of a foreigner and feel out of place, but Jamie Foxx was a shadow to Kevin Costner’s Robin Hood. Even the Disney cartoon had more depth in three quarters of the runtime. The newest Robin Hood only original aspect was having Robin Hood serve in the Crusades, which was misused as part of the anti-war, anti-organized religion, anti-establishment propaganda that mired down the story. All of the dialogue was cliché or just boring, and the character paths were flatter than a pancake. Nobody was relatable except Friar Tuck, who was only relatable in the sense that we all know a buffoon. This review feels very negative, but it wasn’t a terrible movie. It just wasn’t anywhere near good. It will have a long life running at noon on Saturdays during the summer on TNT starting in 2022, and I may even sit down and watch it for a while if the remote is far away. Robin Hood was supremely average and I give it 100 of the 300 arrows that Robin seems to carry.