The legend of Robin Hood has been told on screen in a wild variety of ways. Their range has included Errol Flynn’s 1938 swashbuckling classic, Disney’s 1973 animated reimagining, Kevin Costner’s 1991 popcorn blockbuster, the hysterical 1993 spoof from Mel Brooks, and the more serious-minded 2010 Ridley Scott telling. The latest is the aptly titled “The Death of Robin Hood” and it is dramatically different from any other iteration that came before it.

“The Death of Robin Hood” doesn’t fit into any of the more popular molds that we have seen before. There’s nothing light, merry, or charming about it. Instead, it’s a bleak and gritty adaptation of the 17th-century ballad “Robin Hood’s Death”. Writer-director Michael Sarnoski (“Pig”, “A Quiet Place: Day One”) offers up a fresh and compelling reimagining of Robin Hood. He builds a fascinating character arc that’s rooted in savage violence but evolves into a deeper and almost meditative study of guilt, self-forgiveness, and mortality.

Sarnoski’s vision is impressive on its own. But it would never be fully realized without the gravitas brought by the film’s star, Hugh Jackman. With his long stringy gray hair, matching beard, weathered skin, and world-weary eyes, Jackman deftly conveys the numerous layers to this Robin. He’s legitimately terrifying as a murderous outlaw whose true self defies the local legend describing him as a hero who “protects the meek”. Yet he’s grown to despise the man he has become. He is haunted by the generations of his victims and he sees no moral reckoning outside of the worthy death he longs for.

The first 30 minutes gives us a good taste of the man Robin has been. Set in 1247, these early scenes are grisly and violent, with Sarnoski destroying the Robin Hood myth that we and the locals have clinged to. It’s most viscerally realized when Robin is visited by his longest and most loyal friend, Little John (Bill Skarsgård). Now living under the name Edward, John has made a new life for himself with his beloved wife and their young daughter.

But John has come to his old friend in desperate need of help. He recruits Robin to help him rescue his family and retake his farm from the clutches of some old enemies. The gruesome chain of events that follow shock by the sheer intensity of the violence. Brutes soaked in blood and caked in mud fight with a primal ferocity, crushing bones with maces, puncturing organs with jagged blades, searing flesh with burning torches. It’s pure savagery which Sarnoski visualizes with unflinching clarity.

Robin is seriously injured and later wakes up at a remote island priory under the care of an abbess named Sister Brigid (Jodie Comer) who begins nursing him back to health. It’s here that the film takes a dramatic turn, shifting its focus from Robin as a man of violence to Robin as a shattered soul who is crumbling under the weight of his own guilt. He keeps his identity hidden and begins blending in with the others being cared for by Sister Brigid, from orphan children to a wise but nameless leper (Murray Bartlett).

But Robin’s old life threatens to resurface after the unexpected reappearance of Little John’s traumatized daughter, Margaret (movingly played by newcomer Faith Delaney). She brings with her a looming sense of danger from the mainland that lasts for the remainder of the film. Yet Sarnoski remains committed to methodically maneuvering us through Robin’s internal reckoning. It’s more than simply deromanticizing of a myth. He takes his time exploring his more personal interests, right through to the payoff which is itself counter to what we expect.

A key reason for the film’s effectiveness can be found in Jackman’s deeply committed performance. It’s stripped-down and solemn yet full of conviction as the 57-year-old star balances bearing and releasing the emotional weight of past sins. Comer too is a key strength, portraying Sister Brigid as sturdy and stoic yet tender in moments that finally allow her to let down her guard. And all are canvassed by the richly textured 35mm cinematography of DP Pat Scola. There’s never a moment where the film doesn’t impress through his lens.

“The Death of Robin Hood” is the kind of revisionist counter-programming that won’t be for everyone. Purists hoping for another playful spin on the noble bandit who steals from the rich and gives to the poor won’t find that here. Instead, this film is for those interested in looking beyond the myth. And anyone hoping for something bigger and more blockbustery will be confounded by the more intimate scale. It’s more aimed at those wanting a breather from summer popcorn productions. In those regards, Michael Sarnoski hits exactly what he aims for. And I was enthralled the entire way.

VERDICT – 4.5 STARS

The father of the summer blockbuster returns to a genre that gave birth to some of his biggest movies. Steven Spielberg jumps back into the cinematic world of science-fiction with “Disclosure Day”. It’s the latest sci-fi venture from the filmmaker who gave us “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”, “E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial”, “Minority Report”, “War of the Worlds”, and so on. His latest is another ambitious swing. But it’s not one that will leave the same lasting impression as his other films.

“Disclosure Day” sees Spielberg reteaming with his frequent collaborator, screenwriter David Koepp. Together they tap into Spielberg’s long held fascination with the unexplained. And high on his list of the unexplained is the simple question – are we alone in the universe? That question drives “Disclosure Day” while also asking how much the government knows and how long have they been keeping it from us?

That’s more than enough for a compelling movie, especially with Steven Spielberg at the helm. We certainly get glimmers of that potential in “Disclosure Day”. When at its best, it plays like an extended conspiracy episode of “The X-Files”. At its worst, it’s a sluggishly delivered thriller that struggles to maintain any real suspense and that isn’t nearly as heady as it aims to be. More frustrating, after an overly long buildup, it hits us with an ending that lands with a surprisingly uninspired thud.

That said, “Disclosure Day” has its strengths, one of them being the cast. Josh O‘Connor plays Daniel Kellner, a cybersecurity expert turned whistleblower who steals long hidden classified information regarding alien life from a secret deep-state contractor called the Wardex Corporation. As a former employee of Wardex, Daniel also swiped a mysterious piece of alien technology which immediately puts him in the crosshairs of the company’s ruthless CEO, Noah Scanlon (Colin Firth). Daniel is forced to go on the run, along with his former girlfriend Jane (Eve Hewson) who Noah has targeted.

Meanwhile in Kansas City, a local TV weather woman named Margaret Fairchild (Emily Blunt), begins having unexplainable episodes. She suddenly has strange premonitions and speaks in languages she doesn’t know. It comes to a head after she uncontrollably starts talking in an otherworldly tongue while live on the air. Her actions stuns her colleagues and worries her slub of a boyfriend, Jackson (Wyatt Russell). It also gets the attention of Noah who is determined to bring her in.

Both Daniel and Margaret find an ally in Hugo Wakefield (Colman Domingo), a Wardex defector who now leads an underground ‘truth movement’. Hugo knows the information that Wardex is hiding on behalf of the U.S. government, and he knows Daniel and Margaret are the keys. Hugo is ready to disclose it to the world, but Noah doesn’t think people are ready. And with the planet on the brink of World War III, Noah is willing to do anything in his power to keep the truth from getting out.

The battle between disclosing the truth and protecting it is the conflict at the heart of “Disclosure Day”. Meanwhile the depths of that truth is slowly drip-fed to us over time. It’s intriguing at first but maddening later on. Essentially, Spielberg drags things out, leading to several notable frustrations – scenes lasting longer than necessary, conversations where nothing seems to be said, and too many instances of characters stuck in states of confusion. This makes the already lengthy 145 minutes feel even longer.

Still, it’s Spielberg so there is some expert craftsmanship on display. And the cast is top-to-bottom strong. Also, those X-Files moments are pretty enticing. But while the premise and the pieces are there, getting from point to point can be a drag. What action there is can be thrilling, but every bit of it is shown in the trailer. And the finish seems like a well-intended miss. There is a gutsier ending out there that could have really made things interesting. Instead, Spielberg goes a route that feels safe and even a bit lazy.

VERDICT – 2.5 STARS