The Death of Robin Hood

Strip the greenwood myth of its cheer and this is what remains: an outlaw tallying up a life of crime and murder, gravely wounded after a battle he assumed would be his last, taken in by a mysterious woman who offers him something like salvation. The tagline is blunt about it, insisting he was no hero, and the film appears to mean it, treating the legend as a man with a body count rather than a folk song. Grim, elegiac, and interested in what a reckoning actually feels like.

For viewers who like their period tales dark and morally uncomfortable, closer to a wounded-man drama than an adventure. Two hours moves at a deliberate, brooding pace, with atmosphere and penance carrying more weight than swordplay. Anyone drawn to revisionist takes on familiar legends, or to stories asking whether a violent life can be redeemed at all, should find it striking. Watch it when you want something heavy and hushed rather than rousing.