On the face of it, Kevin Costner as Robin Hood would seem to be as epical, as historical, as hysterical a case of miscasting as, say, Jeffrey Hunter as Jesus (King of Kings). He's soft. He's pudgy. His hair, longish, but with a nice clean edge on the Yuppie-style sideburns, is thinning on top. He looks at most like an aging rock star. (Not more so, however, than Alan Rickman as a disgracefully clownish Sheriff of Nottingham: "Call off Christmas!") And, although he leaps out of a rowboat and attempts to kiss a handful of wet sand upon his return to England near the start of the movie, he's the one player who doesn't bother to try to speak with a local accent. The only thing, really, that Costner has going for him is the predisposition of the audience to meet him seven-eighths of the way. Morgan Freeman, Christian Slater, Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio; directed by Kevin Reynolds. (1991) — Duncan Shepherd
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