This film is about as subtle as a brick in delivering its message. Poor Keira Knightley - she wasn't given lines, she was handed a manifesto and told to read it out. We get it, people want to be free! Free will is great! But please, Antoine Fuqua and David Franzoni, do feel free to tell us the same things ten times over.
Everyone in this is a total bore. Even Bors (heh heh) who I think is supposed to bring in some levity or lightheartedness. None of the actors bring their A-game, as far as I can see, except Ray Stevenson, who is underused as Dagonet. But then again, I imagine it's hard to bring your A-game when the material you're working with is this dull. And Clive Owen is never the most expressive actor anyway.
Finally, there is ONE WOMAN in this movie. One woman. And she must be freezing her tits off for the entire thing. Tip to filmmakers: if people live in snowy places, they'll wear suitable clothes, not flowy dresses and leather-thong bikinis. That bikini, oh my god. Making a female character wear a bikini to battle is the stupidest thing ever. It's one thing in Spartacus where everyone wears miniskirts, but in this movie it's downright insulting.
I know this review is 8 years too late, but sometimes a movie is so dull you've got to get it off your chest. (Your photoshop-enhanced chest, if you're Keira Knightley.)