The 'Pig' director's revisionist spin on the oft-filmed folk legend is exquisitely crafted and emotionally intelligent, but it does tilt into dourness.
By Guy Lodge
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Courtesy of A24 There are no merry men to be found in “The Death of Robin Hood,” an elegiac portrait of the famed folk hero that eventually delivers on its title, but not before an extended bout of myth-busting and moral reckoning. Following a dip into studio franchise waters with “A Quiet Place: Day One” two years ago, the third feature from writer-director Michael Sarnoski sees him returning to the intimate scope and melancholic timbre of his debut “Pig” — this despite story material far more accustomed to blockbuster treatment on screen. Starring a Gandalf-coiffed Hugh Jackman as a battle-worn Robin Hood weary of his heroic reputation, Sarnoski’s revisionist interpretation dares to suggest that his life of crime wasn’t in fact charitably motivated; his quest here is an interior one, to salvage his soul from the lie he’s been living.
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