Speaking as a sucker for nicely staged, extremely medieval sequences of repulsive, scarring, horrible war, The King brought to mind everything from Braveheart to Lord of the Rings — and Game of Thrones , especially in one harrowing, suffocating scene.
Both movies trade in the same sort of muscular, woodsmoke-and-chainmail melodrama, though the more recent one roots its pedigree not in Braveheart -adjacent history but in Shakespeare: specifically Henry IV and V .
That’s where the movie is different from, say, “Braveheart.”
It’s not helped that most of his performance is incredibly one-note, never rising above a gravelly octave until the battle heavy third act (with the customary Braveheart speech – as you do).
In the most glaring instance, Chalamet gets to do a rousing pre-battle speech that will surely warm the hearts of many a Brexiteer–think Viggo in Return of The King or Gibson in Braveheart .
Pero la impronta del cineasta es casi inexistente, efectista en el mejor de los casos, como pasaba con aquella El rey proscrito que aspiraba inútilmente a la épica de Braveheart.