In a story that borrows heavily from The Ten Commandments, with generous sprinklings of Braveheart and Spartacus thrown in, Crowe plays Maximus, the winningest Roman general since Julius Caesar.
The late Oliver Reed is fine as the gladiator overseer, a nod to the great Peter Ustinov in Spartacus, but is never allowed to let 'er rip comically.
We are trapped not in the grim paranoid future of "Blade Runner" but in a turbulent past: the Roman Empire, which, with all its gaudiness and corruption, has continuously fascinated moviemakers from the first great spectacle movie, Italy's "Cabiria" (1914), right up through the '60s, with Stanley Kubrick's "Spartacus" and Federico Fellini's "Satyricon."
Forty years ago they would have cast Kirk Douglas in this kind of action epic, as they did in "Spartacus".
On the inevitable comparison scale of Roman epics, where "Spartacus" and "Ben-Hur" (both 1926 and 1959) are 10s and that debacle of a "Cleopatra" miniseries from last year is a zero, "Gladiator" is about a five.
It's impossible to watch Stanley Kubricks Spartacus (1960), William Wyler's Ben-Hur (1959), or even Mario Bava's Hercules in the Haunted World (1961) without a silly grin on your face.