Not just was Christopher Columbus: The Discovery faster into the marketplace (for the quincentenary of the voyage of the Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria); it was also clearer in story, in character, in actors' diction, in photography. Bad as it was, sometimes amusingly so, this is worse -- though a small amount of amusement does slip through the torpor, the stuffiness, the peach and raspberry sunsets, in the performance of Michael Wincott as a beady-eyed, raspy-voiced, black-garbed and silver-spangled imperialist villain: sort of a cross between Jack Palance in Shane, Darth Vader, and Billy Idol. With Gerard Depardieu, Armand Assante, Sigourney Weaver; directed by Ridley Scott. (1992) — Duncan Shepherd
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