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Wow. Where's my sword?
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Rare and Incredible Adventure: The 13th
Warrior HUGETwo genres have all but disappeared from the films of
yesteryear: The
Western and The Swashbuckler Adventure.
There was a time when Errol Flynn ruled the
Swashbuckler Adventure and John Wayne was the
consummate cowboy.
For whatever reasons all fads end, these two
have gone mostly by the wayside, with only the
occasional genre entry. With The 13th
Warrior comes the latest of a tiny amount of
entries into the Swashbuckler film.
And it’s a great one.
If I could explain why the movie wasn’t a
blockbuster, I could make a lot of money for some big
time studio. The
only guess I can hazard as to its lackluster
performance at the box office would come from my
knowledge that the studio did a terrible job of
advertising it. But
why it didn’t prevail despite that like The 6th Sense, I know not. What I do know, however, is that Die
Hard director John McTiernan has resurrected the
genre and lifted it high.
Warrior
is incredible, an astounding adventure, exciting,
invigorating and cool.
Cool. Not
cool in the hip slacker sense, but cool in the Clint
Eastwood standing on the bridge waiting calmly for the
villain in the school bus in Dirty
Harry sense.
Just cool. Warrior
is the story of a young Arab man, played perfectly by
an unlikely Antonio Banderas (Desperado,
Assassins), who is exiled from his land due to a
woman (ain’t that always the case) and made an
ambassador to the northlands.
There he meets the Northmen and falls into an
adventure to save an imperiled kingdom from some
mysterious and lethal enemy which may or may not be
human. The story goes from there. As soon as it started, I was pulled in and quickly found
myself on the edge of my seat, desperate during the
hellish and hectic battles, and liking all of the
barbarian men he was fighting beside.
The story is of a man becoming a man
in the most primitive and true sense, one of those
movies that makes men of my age wonder what would
happen if our mettle were ever tested in just one of
the many battles fought in the film. This is a movie of heroes and villains, good and
evil, men and… well, real men.
Men
in the ultimate, non-politically correct,
balls-of-steel, courageous, meaning of the word.
Hell, even the women are men
here! Ass kickers every one, survivors, and steel-nerved.
And Eben—Banderas—learning just what that
all means. The film is fun, exciting, riveting and perfectly done. The script is perfect. There isn’t a bad or unnecessary line, the dialogue is sparse and real and the narration is never over or under done. It is also beautifully filmed, though dark at times, the locations are incredible. If more movies were made now like this, I would be very happy.
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The 13th Warrior Solid
Antonio Banderas' The 13th Warrior,
an epic style "Norse Braveheart" is not the
type of movie you'll leave remembering for the rest of
your life. Sure,
you could respond with, "Yeah, but what movie
is?" And
I'd respond with, "Braveheart.
But not The 13th Warrior."
The film has many attributes of a good epic
film. It
has grandiose, well-directed battle scenes.
Swords and other sharp or largely blunt objects
collide on more than one occasion.
Heads are cut off, loves are lost, friends save
friends and friends die.
The story takes the hero across a large sea to
a distant land, where he must learn the customs of his
new battle-friends.
The style in this regard is probably the most
creative aspect of the film.
Banderas must learn the Norse language, and
therefore listens at the campfire while we the
audience hear the language slowly evolve into English.
The evolution brings to mind Star Trek's
universal translator, but as long as you forget that,
it's actually a novel approach to the problem.
Unfortunately, the film does fall a bit short.
Scenes dangle on longer than they should.
At times, the cinematography leaves much of the
battle in shadow, and the next day we learn that
several of our favorite characters have died. The dialogue gets a bit boring at times, while the
relationships between the characters seem to grow on
their own, with no real assistance from the plot. I would recommend the film to someone looking for a quick action-packed epic on a slow weeknight in January. But, as is with this review, that's about it.
Awards:
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Trivia:
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The film omits an explanation of who the "mist monsters" actually are. In the novel, author Michael Crichton reveals they were the descendants of the Neanderthals. Adapting "Beowulf" for his novel and then for this movie, Michael Crichton changed some of the original names for ones that sounded similar: Beowulf is here named Buliwyf, Hygelac becomes Hyglak, the Grendel transformed into the Wendol, etc. When Melchisidek is communicating with the Northman who speaks Greek, they're not actually speaking Greek; they're speaking Latin. The budget was $85 million. The theatrical release earned a domestic $32.694 million. “Ain’t nobody saw’n it.” Recognize these native lands, these tossing seas, these darkened caves? You might, if you’ve ever been to Canada. The movie was entirely filmed in British Columbia, Canada. |
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