The French will probably hate it.
Blood flows plentifully throughoutRidley ScottsNapoleon.
So yes, there is gore to Scotts brisk 158-minute SparkNotes summary of the Napoleonic Wars.
And yet, the blood I speak of is not any R-rated accentuations of Scotts reliably visceral battlefield sequences.
She grows to appreciate his oddness, though, and his power as he rises up the ranks.
Cards on the table, I strongly suspect French viewers will not take to thisNapoleon.
When Josephine calls him fat before his guests, he boasts I enjoy my meals!
and that destiny has brought this lamb chop to me!
He subsequently winds up throwing food at his wife as the conversation further deteriorates.
His face is a sea of fidgeting ticks that betray a desire to sob.
Theyre trying to kill me!
This grounds the movie, as does Scotts reliably luxuriant filmmaking panache.
Still, Scotts narrower desire to just take the piss out of him feels rushed and incomplete.
Rating:
3 out of 5
