William Tell

So... I came for arrows and rebellion.

I stayed for moody stares and dramatic cloak-swishing. And I left wondering: was this a freedom fighter or a medieval therapist with anger issues?

Claes Bang plays William Tell like he's auditioning to be the next Batman - dark, brooding, and emotionally constipated. The man shoots maybe one arrow, but delivers about 947 intense silences. Respect.

Ben Kingsley shows up and casually steals every scene with the smug energy of someone who knows this isn't going to win any awards - and doesn't care. Icon.

Highlights: Gorgeous Swiss mountains.

Enough slow-motion stares to power a shampoo commercial.

Historical drama that thinks it's Shakespeare but sometimes feels more like a LARP gone rogue.

Lowlights: Pacing so slow, I checked my pulse. Twice.

A hero with all the charisma of a wet log.

Dialogue so dramatic, it circles back to being hilarious.

Bottom line: It's not a bad movie. It's just very committed to being serious... even when it really shouldn't be. Like wearing full armor to a garden party.

Watch it with wine. Or snacks. Or while folding laundry. You won't miss much if you blink - or nap.

The 2024 adaptation of William Tell arrives with grandeur in mind, positioning itself as a sweeping retelling of the legendary Swiss folk hero known for his defiance against tyranny and unmatched archery skills. The source material is rich, filled with tension, rebellion, and moral weight. Unfortunately, while this version boasts meticulous costuming and visual authenticity, the film itself proves to be an uninspired and emotionally muted experience that drags more than it compels.

From the opening scenes, it is clear that a significant amount of effort was poured into the look of the film. The costumes are easily one of the highlights. Each garment feels appropriately weathered and era-specific, transporting viewers into a believable medieval Alpine world. The armor, the peasants' clothing, and the noble attire all feel right, not just in terms of aesthetics but in their contribution to the sense of place and time. This level of authenticity suggests a production that took historical detail seriously, a commendable trait in any period film.

But the visuals cannot save what is otherwise a directionless and emotionally flat experience. The acting is consistently muted across the board. While restraint can often be a powerful choice in performance, especially in dramatic historical epics, the cast here often feels detached rather than intentional. William Tell, played by a well-known but oddly miscast lead, offers little in terms of emotional engagement. His performance is subdued to the point of seeming uninterested. Even in moments where righteous fury or internal conflict should dominate the screen, there is a quiet monotone that dulls what should be the pulse of the story.

Supporting characters fare no better. The villainous bailiff Gessler, who forces Tell to shoot an apple off his son's head, comes across more as a bureaucratic inconvenience than a terrifying symbol of oppression. And Tell's son, Walter, is particularly jarring. While the child actor speaks his lines clearly enough, the character feels like a transplant from a contemporary teen drama. He comes off as a whiny, modern-day, spoiled brat rather than a child raised in a time of oppression and hardship. His tone and behavior are out of step with the film's setting and drain any real gravity from the film's most iconic scene. Rather than evoking sympathy or concern, his presence often irritates, further weakening the emotional heart of the film.

If there is a single word that best describes the film's direction, it is aimless. The pacing is sluggish and the scenes often feel stitched together without momentum or narrative drive. Dialogue-heavy moments linger far too long, and action sequences-few and far between-are choreographed without urgency. Tension, which should build steadily in a story of resistance and personal courage, instead dissipates into long, quiet stares and slowly spoken monologues that offer little substance.

The script also bears responsibility for the film's failings. The dialogue is overly formal and lacks emotional punch. Characters speak in a kind of flattened Shakespearean dialect, which may have been intended to lend gravitas but instead sounds stilted and unnatural. There is an absence of internal conflict, personal stakes, or even basic emotional variation. The result is a story that is both unconvincing and unengaging.

The direction, or lack thereof, further exacerbates the film's weaknesses. Scenes are blocked in a way that feels static and stagey. Characters frequently stand still or walk in slow circles while delivering their lines, as though unsure of what to do. There is no clear visual language or thematic rhythm to guide the viewer. The camera work is competent, even beautiful at times, especially in wide alpine shots, but the cinematography never communicates anything deeper than surface-level beauty.

It is particularly disheartening because the legend of William Tell should not be this dull. This is a story of resistance against authoritarianism, of one man's courage and conviction challenging the rule of law and power. The famous apple scene is one of the most enduring symbols of precision and pressure in Western folklore, and yet here it passes with barely a pulse. The build-up is too long, the staging too clinical, and the aftermath too emotionally blank to do justice to what should be the film's most riveting moment.

Even the score, while serviceable, does not elevate the experience. There are moments when the music swells with the landscape, offering fleeting glimpses of grandeur, but more often than not it simply underlines the sluggish tempo rather than providing contrast or emotional cues.

To be fair, the filmmakers clearly had ambition. There is a reverence for the legend at play, and a clear attempt to treat the material seriously. But reverence alone does not make for compelling cinema. A myth as potent and symbolic as William Tell's demands energy, risk, and a sense of rebellion. This film plays it far too safe, choosing to meditate rather than ignite.

The final act attempts a return to narrative urgency but arrives too late. The resolution feels both rushed and unsatisfying, offering little payoff for the patience demanded throughout the preceding two hours. Characters who should experience transformation remain static. The revolution hinted at never fully materializes in any believable way. It ends with a whimper rather than a bang, and the audience is left not with a sense of triumph, but a question: what was the point?

In the end, William Tell (2024) is a missed opportunity. The craftsmanship is visible in its wardrobe and scenic backdrops, but the emotional core of the story is hollow. Its performances are subdued to the point of disengagement, and its direction lacks vision. A film with this much potential, based on such a powerful legend, should have stirred hearts and quickened pulses. Instead, it leaves viewers checking the time and waiting for something-anything-to happen.

For fans of historical costume dramas, the film might hold some visual appeal, but even those with patience for slow burns may find their endurance tested here. This version of William Tell is not without merit, but it ultimately forgets that the tale is one of bravery and defiance. What we get is a beautiful shell of a story, impeccably dressed but sadly empty inside.

An adaptation of Friedrich Schiller's 1804 play of "Wilhelm Tell" and story of the Swiss struggle for independence. Where an act of oppression, followed by unnecessary wrongdoing sparks a response that sets off a chain of events that lead to rebellion. Wilhelm Tell, master of the crossbow, involved in a conflict he would have rather not be a part of..

Visually, the film delivers beautiful landscape shots and a believable period piece, with a nicely-colored and dynamic cinematography and an excellent production! Not to mention a rather large cast of actors that present the material with strong performances.

I've read questioning of the "dialogue", but as a foreigner, I found it was easy to follow at all times and no line particularly annoying or useless.

But.. despite this strong execution, the script lacks surprises, intrigue and excitement. Making the predictable plot an expected retelling of this known story.

Don't get me wrong, it is quite solid and engaging enough.. but for 2-hour film that feels a tad long, I expected something more. It's not what I wanted it to be, but I would recommend it still to those interested and those not familiar with the famous character.

To all the naysayers sharpening their quills, let's get real: William Tell isn't trying to be Braveheart 2.0 (and thank goodness-no one needs another freedom speech in blue face paint). Instead, this film carves out its own niche with a crossbow and a wink.

Sure, some critics are acting like Tell missed the apple and shot their popcorn instead. But let's give credit where it's due: Claes Bang brings more charisma to the Swiss Alps than Mel Gibson brought to the Scottish Highlands. The villains are deliciously over-the-top-Ben Kingsley could probably glare a mountain goat into submission-and the scenery is so gorgeous you'll want to book a flight to Switzerland (or at least Google it).

Is it perfect? No. But neither is Braveheart (historical accuracy, anyone?). If you're looking for a fun, action-packed legend with a dash of heart and a lot less kilt, William Tell hits the mark. So loosen up, critics-sometimes a movie is just a good time, not a history lesson or a revolution.

Let me know if you want more zingers or specific references!

The movie is pretty poor, overall. But that's not what I'm here to flag... by far the most jarring aspect is they've lifted Al Pacino's Peach With Inches speech from Any Given Sunday, in parts practically verbatim, for Tell's rousing the troops before battle. WTF is that all about??

Not even a little bit, a nod to it, huge chunks.

"In any fight, it's the man whose willing to die..."

"You gotta look at the person sitting next to you, look in the eye and ask that person are you willing to die for me..." but delivered in the least inspiring, spine chilling way that it should make Pacino cry himself to sleep.