Having pummeled us, Passion of the Christ — style, for an excruciatingly long haul, this exercise in
ultraviolence then insults us by having a beaten, bloodied McAvoy inform viewers that he used to be a loser «just like all of you.»
It's hardly a surprise
then that Robin Hood is merely another dreary step on Scott's long slog, its scanty virtues wholly negative ones (primarily a lack of that self - consciously sadistic, souped - up
ultraviolence that has begun to infiltrate even kiddie pictures these days).