Nicolas Cage and Ron Perlman are badass crusaders who don't play by the rules. This is going to be awesome! Or maybe not.
After deserting their crusade disgusted by the murder of innocent civilians Cage and Perlman find themselves tasked by Christopher Lee to help transport a young witch accused of starting a plague to some monks so she can have a trial or something. The best thing about this film is the number of decent actors who appear in tiny roles because they were either being blackmailed or were desperate for money. The Hound from Game of Thrones has a single line of dialogue, as does the Irish lass from His Dark Materials. Christopher Lee is in it for all of two minutes and Stephen Graham has a pointless minor role as thief. The Witch herself is played by Claire Foy who I'm reliably informed played our dear, departed Queen in The Crown (I've never watched it) and she absolutely steals the show.
This is largely because the script is appallingly lame, a sad state of affairs only exacerbated by Nicolas Cage putting on a sort of medieval fantasy faux English accent despite Ron Perlman doing no such thing and sounding exactly like he does in all his other films. So you end up with this gruff American in a kind of buddy double act with someone who sounds like he's politely asking his gran for a cup of tea.
None of this is helped by the fact that for the first hour of the film the most exciting sequence is them getting a cart over a rickety bridge.
In truth you should only be watching this kind of thing if you're drunk in the afternoon.
After deserting their crusade disgusted by the murder of innocent civilians Cage and Perlman find themselves tasked by Christopher Lee to help transport a young witch accused of starting a plague to some monks so she can have a trial or something. The best thing about this film is the number of decent actors who appear in tiny roles because they were either being blackmailed or were desperate for money. The Hound from Game of Thrones has a single line of dialogue, as does the Irish lass from His Dark Materials. Christopher Lee is in it for all of two minutes and Stephen Graham has a pointless minor role as thief. The Witch herself is played by Claire Foy who I'm reliably informed played our dear, departed Queen in The Crown (I've never watched it) and she absolutely steals the show.
This is largely because the script is appallingly lame, a sad state of affairs only exacerbated by Nicolas Cage putting on a sort of medieval fantasy faux English accent despite Ron Perlman doing no such thing and sounding exactly like he does in all his other films. So you end up with this gruff American in a kind of buddy double act with someone who sounds like he's politely asking his gran for a cup of tea.
None of this is helped by the fact that for the first hour of the film the most exciting sequence is them getting a cart over a rickety bridge.
In truth you should only be watching this kind of thing if you're drunk in the afternoon.
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