Written and directed by Michael Sarnoski who directed A Quiet Place: Day One, The Death of Robin Hood takes a dark, gritty detour from the heroic legends we know, drawing directly from the 17th-century ballad Robin Hood's Death. The narrative finds an aging, battle-worn Robin Hood, played by Hugh Jackman, tormented by the blood on his hands and living in self-imposed exile. After sustaining a serious wound, he seeks refuge in a quiet monastery, forming a tender connection with Sister Brigid, played by Jodie Comer, and a young orphan.
Visually, the film hit every period-accurate note. The hair and costuming were exceptional, transporting you instantly in an ominous, unglamorous medieval world. The core trio, Jackman, Comer, and Faith Delaney, shared a genuinely compelling chemistry that grounded the story. The narrative dove into heavy, layered themes surrounding trauma, repentance, the endless cycle of violence and vengeance, and the fine line between myth and reality. While some viewers found the pacing dragged about 30 minutes in, the slow burn didn't bother me; it fit the solemn mood the film was aiming for.
Where the production stumbled, however, was in its missed opportunities. Once again, there was a glaring lack of diversity in the casting, which felt like a tired oversight for a modern period adaptation. Furthermore, while the character arcs were decent, the script never dug quite deep enough emotionally for you to form a truly visceral connection to these characters.
In the end, The Death of Robin Hood was a unique, moody take on a classic myth that was worth a stream from home, but it wouldn't have felt worth the price of a theater ticket.
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