Formulaic, with no emphasis on characterization, emotion, or anything but gore-soaked mayhem. Yet, it's well paced and when the action hits, it ignites machismo and adrenaline. Centurion isn't as glorious a mash-up as Doomsday, or clever like Dog Soldiers and The Descent, but delivers no bullshit fights. Despite having no unique bones in its body, even in its setpieces, it's another B-film crowd pleaser by Marshall.
Not a single shot, thought, tone, technique, filter, or scene of this would exist without Gladiator. A good DP and decent editor do not make up for terrible writing, mediocre directing and complete and utter lack of any semblance of originality, interest, passion or story. The score is an utterly laughable juvenile mockery of Zimmer's work a decade prior. For quality in this genre look to Scott, Refn, or Herzog.
Not exactly anything new, but there's a beautiful simplicity and earnestness to these polished B movies of Neil Marshall's -- and an affection for his archetypal characters (particularly the women) that allows them to be more than they are on paper. Axelle Carolyn is a certain standout.
Comedy of errors, played dead serious, about a humourless career soldier type (Fassbender) who makes a promise to a dying man who did him a good turn, and then proceeds to screw it up. Fassbender's a good actor, but he doesn't get to show off his performing skills in this one so much as he shows off his running skills. (He is good at running, mind you).