The Four Feathers: Critic Reviews

It's a pretty compelling yarn, not to mention full of pretty pictures, and yet it could be so much more than that.

Kapur weighs down the tale with bogus profundities.

A decent film with some intense battle violence.

The Sahara desert, gorgeously photographed by Robert Richardson, displays the most personality in the entire picture.

It's cold, misguided, confusing, illiterate, boring, badly acted and flat-out laughable.

Michael Schiffe and Hossein Amini's screenplay adaptation (is) as full of holes as the tracks of a camel herd. [published 9-19-02]

Ultimately, The Four Feathers is nothing more than a handsomely mounted escapist action flick.

This unique tale of heroic redemption, sacrifice and unlikely comrades-in-arms is fascinating.

Caso voce sinta necessidade de sair da sala antes do termino da projecao, nao se preocupe: ninguem lhe enviara penas simbolizando covardia.

In the end, it's all just lost in the dust.

...An epic treatment of an anemic story.

Director of photography Robert Richardson ... captures the images vividly and draws viewers further into the film's dramatic desert battle scenes.

A 100-year-old adventure classic returns to the big screen in a pretty, progressive and slightly poky adaptation.

Black Hawk Down by way of English imperialism, The Four Feathers delivers a compelling, if unsatisfactory, statement about the heroism of soldiering without condemning the diplomacy behind it.

In this epic sweep from dusty, bloodied dunes to dainty British drawing rooms, little light is shed on wars, and what can be done about them.

Because of the battle scenes, this film will likely appeal primarily to men, though anyone whose primary interest is cinematography should also see it.

Unfortunately, Kapur modernizes A.E.W. Mason's story to suit the sensibilities of a young American, a decision that plucks "The Four Feathers" bare.

For all its technical qualities, its unfocused plot about a soldier's quest to redeem his honor never achieves any sense of emotional continuity.

Wes Bentley has grown a little fuzz over his lip and has quasi-mastered the British accent, but I was just waiting for a plastic bag to start floating around so he could stop everything he was doing for, like, 15 minutes, and just stare at it. In the he

An exhilarating and exciting motion picture.

Looks like an epic, is structured like an epic, but just doesn't feel like an epic.

Had they played some "Jock Rock" music while training, maybe Heath Ledger would have been in more a mood to joust.

Strong filmmaking requires a clear sense of purpose, and in that oh-so-important category, The Four Feathers comes up short.

Like a carefully shaped gem with an unmistakable flaw in its centre, The Four Feathers can't help but seem compromised in every way no matter what angle you view it from.

Had the rest of the film featured the same courage and intelligence demonstrated in Heath Ledger's performance, sitting through The Four Feathers might not have seemed as arduous as walking across the desert.