Beautiful, somber, surprisingly un-camp ( except for the vignette of the Dauphin, which needless to say was the only thing most critics thought was "fun" ). There is an unwavering gravity about Calamet in Michod's hands, Edgerton is a new kind of Falstaff, the war scenes are not adolescent, the cinematography of the woods of northern France and England is superbly sinister. The mood of melancholy and fatalism throughout is a thoughtful and likely accurate representation of the world of 1400 AD - or so it felt to me.