The Three Musketeers D’Artagnan review – one for all fans of roistering and horse jumping

over 2 years in The guardian

After a bromantic meet-cute with three grizzled veteran musketeers, the young fighter and his new gang journey entertainingly through palace intrigue with some excellent stuntsThere’s not a lot of roistering going on in the cinema right now, but here’s a film which amusingly roisters its heart out. Despite some updated touches – including an LGBT character-shift and a modern-style assassination attempt – this new version in two parts of Alexandre Dumas’s 1844 classic The Three Musketeers is a distinctly old-fashioned entertainment, and entertainment is never easy. A high-gloss French costume movie, it will have devotees of the Netflix talent-agency sitcom Call My Agent! wondering which of that show’s characters are representing which star; it appears to split its two feature-episodes in roughly the place that Richard Lester and screenwriter George Macdonald Fraser divided their Three and Four Musketeers in the 1970s.Here is part one, and François Civil stars as D’Artagnan, the 17th-century hopeful who journeys up from the provinces to Paris, yearning to be one of the elite King’s Musketeers. Our young swordsman – only that quaint Freudian term will do – bromantically meets-cute with three grizzled veteran musketeers – Athos (Vincent Cassel), Porthos (Pio Marmaï) and Aramis (Romain Duris) – having in his maladroit bumpkin way accidentally jostled or insulted each of them. Their impetuous three-to-one duel is interrupted by the swaggering paramilitary corps loyal to sinister intriguer Cardinal of Richelieu (Eric Ruf), and our four amigos are united by their detestation of these creepy bullies. Continue reading...

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