The worldwide distribution of Ridley Scott's biopic with Joaquin Phoenix is booed by critics – of course, especially the French.
I looked at everything that is being scolded for, and it did not interfere with the pleasure. The first costume film in which the mummers did not hurt the eyes. You believe that this is the turn of the XVIII – XIX and the people of that time.
Phoenix is the most convincing Napoleon, which is expected. Special impression: Vanessa Kirby's Josephine is a real femme fatale, born of a gallant age.
The English in the mouth of the Britannophobic hero did not bother me, and Phoenix's speech defect even seemed to hint at a Corsican accent.
The great revolution is bloody, the palace chambers are magnificent, the Malmaison castle is a real miracle, Bonaparte cries 4 or 5 times, his left calf twitches, as it should, an experienced artilleryman, he, having commanded "fire!", covers his ears. The cannonballs terribly tear people and horses, but the infantry runs to attack.
The amazing thing is that a screen narrative is woven out of this and you come out with the feeling: yes, you were in the cinema. And you even want to watch the director's version for 4 hours.
