Avis Metacritic

Moves in fits and starts, with some crafty and credible fight choreography by Xin Xin Xiong on either side of the pretty but boring middle hour.

If this is Dumas, there's a "b" in the middle and an extra "s" at the end.

A handsome but ho-hum swashbuckler that springs to life only during a few spirited scenes of acrobatic swordplay.

Its failure to be extraordinary is thus all the more cutting, and its redundancy all the more unforgivable.

The images are pretty, and Gene Quintano's screenplay gets everybody from point A to point B, though with no discernible knack for wit or subtlety.

East/West fusion aside, The Musketeer is a stale Euro-pudding.

The movie lacks the one thing that the classic "Three Musketeers" story can't do without: panache.

What a stupefying thing it is.

There isn't a frame of The Musketeer that's believable even as a Hollywood re-creation of a fantasy world. It's conventionally picturesque, except in the nighttime and interior scenes, which are dark to the point of glaucoma.

Unspeakably awful.