I can't help thinking that French versions of this genre always work better. They have the right accents, for starters, but they also look a hell of a lot better - more swashbuckling, more cleavages, more big dresses, big hair, big shirts, and more moustache-twirling villains. This featured too many British people pretending to be French, something we're not very good at.
Still, it wasn't bad at all, and at least it had Michael Wincott doing what he does best - sadism with a smile. See him as the villainous Moxica in the otherwise uninteresting 1492, the villainous but underused Rochfort in The Three Musketeers, or indeed the villainous Top Dollar in The Crow. Guy Pearce was good too, and has come a long way since Neighbours.
You can forgive a few changes to a classic, but what was hard to swallow was the clumsy insertion of a heavily religious message which was absent from Dumas's romance and every other film version. Didn't ruin the film, but there were several glurge moments.
Still, it wasn't bad at all, and at least it had Michael Wincott doing what he does best - sadism with a smile. See him as the villainous Moxica in the otherwise uninteresting 1492, the villainous but underused Rochfort in The Three Musketeers, or indeed the villainous Top Dollar in The Crow. Guy Pearce was good too, and has come a long way since Neighbours.
You can forgive a few changes to a classic, but what was hard to swallow was the clumsy insertion of a heavily religious message which was absent from Dumas's romance and every other film version. Didn't ruin the film, but there were several glurge moments.