This is the exclamation of the chief of the guard when the four musketeers in full uniform and the man in the iron mask charge around the corner to rush to certain death from the muskets of the king's guard. Fortunately, those guardsmen shared the chief's admiration and fired at the musketeers' feet and over their heads so that they remained standing when the smoke cleared. It is the climactic and thrilling scene of a film that has so much going for it, it earns at least 8 stars despite its flaws. The swordsmanship, the French chateaux, the villages, the cobblestones -- it is so clearly filmed on location because these things cannot be duplicated or substituted. And yes, an all-star cast if you can accept Di Caprio's flat American accent in not one but two historical characters. But Malkin makes no effort either to speak anything but American, so that only Depardieu sounds French while Byrne and Irons speak that nondescript British that passes for Americans speaking a foreign language. The cruelty of the iron mask is as chilling in technicolor as it has always been.
Review of The Man in the Iron Mask
