Centurion

The digital blood bothered me quite a bit. The saying that less is sometimes more applies here, but it’s not missing Marshall’s typical trademarks are not missing. The raw, dirty, harsh environment is excellent. Michael Fassbender is becoming more and more likeable to me, and the plot has a devilish pace. Considering the budget and the script, it could have never been an epic blockbuster full of monumental battles, but it can still be survived. It is rather a modern action film set in a rough medieval era. Apart from the details, it comes together fairly solidly. (09/05/2010)

I’m sorry to say that this has been the most boring Marshall. If I were to judge it somehow objectively, I would go no further than seven out of ten points, but with my ugly relationship with historical films (accurate or otherwise), I can’t go over 50%. Centurion is as silly as Doomsday, but to its own misfortune, it takes itself very seriously. The action scenes are unreadable, put together with lots close-ups of chopped, flying or falling human body parts, without any overall view of the battlefield. This year’s winner in the competition of badass historical films is hands down Valhalla Rising. (08/11/2010)

Men vs. Wild. These guys would need a few lessons from Bear Grylls. If they run out of bad luck, they run like hell. When they run, they don't think. They don’t have any of the good sense that is expected from the viewers. Ninety minutes of running, sitting, chewing, blathering (about wounds that can’t be seen and such) and killing. The most obvious thing in the scenes of carnage is the geysers of blood, which bring to light Marshall’s background in horror. There are none of the scary scenes that the situation comprising "a few nobodies in the wilderness" would require. Nor is there any value added beyond the ancient violence. Just as the parallel to the Iraq war, which is also a drawn-out and fruitless endeavour, is luke-warm, the presence of an Arab and a black man on the "team" is contrived. I don’t understand the point of such a film as this, like The Fellowship of the Ring, but with significantly less money and intellect invested in it. Even though the terribly illegible opening credits promise a grand spectacle, there apparently wasn’t enough money left over for money shots and if you’re not turned on by severed limbs, you can look forward only to two women, who are – as always in male fantasies brought to life – mysterious, quiet and sexy. But you don’t need a ninety-minute film for that; just close your eyes for a moment. 50% (01/19/2012)

I'd like to give it four stars, I really would. For how exciting Centurion is, for how something is (almost) always going on, for how it's (almost) never boring and full of likeable characters, for how uncompromisingly it chops, stabs, cuts, slices, and God knows what else, for Marshall's ferocious direction, for Eshkeri's music, for the (to me) surprising Olga Kurylenko.... But I can't, because of the final confrontation, the witch and the more or less stupid ending. That’s too bad. Really too bad. So I give it a better three stars, knowing that I won't have a problem watching Centurion again sometime, which is definitely also a plus point. (03/04/2011)

Objectively, this is probably Marshall's weakest film, but in the "bloody historical carnage" category it's still a strong above-average film. It rests mainly on the director's sense of maximum blood (never mind that it splashes digitally) and charismatic actors. For an hour and a half where nothing actually happens, the film is fully immersive and makes you feel that sometimes there is real beauty in simplicity. (08/17/2010)