Shakespeare is alive and well in our film world today, with the newest adaptation of his work by director David Michôd, The King.
Long, dark in tone and colour, the film is no doubt a grand and lavish cinematic affair. And yet, it does miss the wit, depth and pace of its source material, and the life and energy we desire from such a film.
Timothée Chalamet as the passive King Henry V, is compelling yet not as charismatic as his more standout roles, although his accent is pretty good, only dropping the odd vowel. Robert Pattinson entertains us with his ridiculous French accent, yet his portrayal of The Dauphin (as amusing as it is) does slightly miss the mark, which is a shame considering that the actor has recently proven his extreme talent in The Lighthouse.
The film has slightly gratuitous violence reminiscent of Game of Thrones, and fairly generic battle sequences.
It tries to make commentary on war, passivity, the monarchy and cultural identity, yet does not give it the depth which it needs, often feeling quite bland and greyscale.
Out now on Netflix, feel free to give it a watch for light entertainment but expect to be scrolling through your phone recurrently.