A lot of first-rate talent is wasted in this static historical drama. As far as costumes and settings go, the production values are properly first-rate (One cannot get more elegant than Hampton Court or the Tower of London.), but very little happens, and what does, I suspect (based upon dim memory of reading about the era), is of tendentious historicity. This would not matter, if the film had compelling characters that one cared about, or anything resembling pace, but it plods along, except when Cromwell is ranting at the top of his voice. The camera, which is sometimes hand-held, is annoying, as is the music, which seems designed to tug at the heartstrings. The only character who is the least bit sympathetic is Rupert Everett, who, as King Charles I, goes to the scaffold with dignity.
For those who are unfamiliar with the Civil War, or the Cavaliers and the Roundheads, the film is less than enlightening. For those who know their British history, I can imagine, the movie must be infuriating.
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