The puffy shirts, the feathered hats, the presumably bad breath it can only be one story: The Three Musketeers! Weve seen them plenty of times on screen before, of course, in the likes of Richard Lesters swashbuckling-good 1973 effort, the 1921 version starring Douglas Fairbanks, and – a personal favourite of mine – the pooch-based cartoon series Dogtanian and the Three Muskehounds (anyone else remember the cracking theme tune?).
This Disneyfied up-date doesnt star any dogs in the lead roles (mores the pity), but it does add a new dimension of its own boredom. In fairness, it starts fairly well. Were introduced to a young DArtagnan (Chris ODonnell), all sky-high confidence and crappy hair, as he upsets a bunch of French dandies before making for Paris to fulfil his dream of protecting King Louis (no, not the orang-utan) as a Musketeer. And believe me, when you see the king youll realise just how much he needs it played by Hugh OConnor as a complete and utter pansy, hes more than a little reminiscent of Hugh Laurie as Prince George in Blackadder the Third.
The trouble is, when our fresh-faced perm-headed hero reaches the capital, he finds the Musketeers have been disbanded and only three rebels in the form of a sorely mis-cast Charlie Sheen, Kiefer Sutherland and Oliver Platt(!) remain. Together, the four of them gang up against the evil and power-hungry Cardinal Richelieu (a camp-as-ever Tim Curry), who seems intent on putting the Gay into Gay Paree. Ooh, pardon!
The story stutters rather than surges to its conclusion, the dialogue stinks to high heaven, and the casting department got practically every decision wrong (Curry makes a destitute mans equivalent of Alan Rickmans brilliant Sheriff in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Platt is ridiculously overweight, and ODonnell is consistently rubbish). Aside from a couple of semi-decent sword-fights, director Steven Herek (who also helmed the Young MacGuyver TV series which Ive never seen, but sounds fantastic) delivers a major let-down.