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'GLADIATOR' KICKS BUTT
The New York Post, May 5, 2000
More than just a welcome revival of the toga movie - a genre
dead for more than 30 years, if you don't count Bob Guccione's gamy "Caligula"
-"Gladiator" is an exhilarating, sweeping epic that begs to
be seen on the largest possible screen.
At times it's surprisingly languorous for a modern actioner.
But it also boasts some of the most exciting pre-gunpowder combat sequences
ever: Not only are the battles in "Gladiator" superior to -
and more realistic than -anything in "Braveheart," they're equal
in excitement to the classic arena contests in "Ben Hur" and
"Spartacus."
They're so gripping, in fact, that they're disturbing: Long
before the final duel, you find yourself cheering as wildly as the bloodthirsty
Colosseum crowd.
Directed by Ridley Scott ("Alien," "Blade
Runner"), "Gladiator" also features breathtaking photography,
sets and computer-generated images.
But the real glory of the movie is Russell Crowe, who is
simply magnificent as a mythical Roman general turned gladiator. Like
James Mason, he is one of those actors who can make the lamest line (and
like its sword-and-sandal predecessors, "Gladiator" has some
clunkers) sound like Shakespeare.
"Gladiator" opens on the empire's wintry, forested
northern frontier, with Maximus (Crowe) leading his legions against the
ferocious German hordes. In a stunning battle sequence, clearly influenced
by "Saving Private Ryan," Maximus routs the last threat to Rome's
domination of Europe, as the ailing Emperor Marcus Aurelius (Richard Harris)
looks on.
The emperor offers him supreme power; Maximus says he would
rather retire to his farm in Spain. But before he can make up his mind,
Commodus (Joaquin Phoenix) the emperor's son, who is visiting the front
with his sister Lucilla (Connie Nielsen), murders Aurelius and assumes
the purple.
Commodus immediately arranges to have Maximus killed. The
general escapes this fate but finds disaster at home before being captured
by slave traders.
Taken to North Africa, Maximus is sold to the gladiatorial
impresario Proximo (the late Oliver Reed, as rascally and charming as
ever in his final role).
Initially reluctant to fight, Maximus proves to be an extraordinarily
deadly gladiator. Accordingly, Proximo brings him to Rome to compete in
games sponsored by the sports-mad Commodus. "Gladiator" draws
heavily on its '60s ancestors, but unlike them it contains no Christian
message, and, more surprisingly, no sex. Scott fills the movie with visual
allusions to his own work as well as to "Spartacus" and even
"Apocalypse Now." There are also some arty indulgences, including
Maximus' bleached-out visions of his own death, shots of speeded-up clouds
scudding over the desert, and black-and-white parade scenes that are clearly
intended to evoke both Nazi-era Berlin and "Triumph of the Will."
However, there are no silly anachronisms - apart from an
attempt to give the drama a modern political dimension. Periodically the
characters spout historical absurdities about "a dream that was Rome"
and "giving power back to the people" as if screenwriters David
Franzoni, John Logan and William Nicholson were recycling Princess Leia's
lines from "Star Wars."
Ancient-history buffs might also quarrel with military details.
The Romans didn't use artillery except in sieges, for example, and employed
their swords for stabbing, not slashing. Nor could they engage in cavalry
charges, because the stirrup hadn't yet made it to Europe.
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