Réalisation:
Shekhar KapurPhotographie:
Robert RichardsonMusique:
James HornerActeurs·trices:
Heath Ledger, Wes Bentley, Kate Hudson, Djimon Hounsou, James Cosmo, Lucy Gordon, Daniel Caltagirone, Rupert Penry-Jones, Michael Sheen (plus)Résumés(1)
En 1898, Harry Feversham, un officier de l'Empire britannique, refuse d'aller défendre la forteresse coloniale de Khartoum attaquée par une armée de rebelles soudanais. La veille du départ des troupes, Harry tourne le dos à la guerre et quitte l'armée. Choqué par l'acte de son fils, son propre père le désavoue. Trois de ses amis, dont le lieutenant Jack Durrance et sa fiancée Ethne Eustace, lui envoient par ailleurs quatre plumes blanches symbolisant la lâcheté. Incompris, solitaire et tourmenté, Harry vit à Londres où il apprend que son meilleur ami Jack et son ancien régiment sont tombés aux mains des rebelles. L'officier britannique décide alors de regagner son honneur en participant à leur sauvetage déguisé en bédouin. (texte officiel du distributeur)
(plus)Critiques (4)
A huge disastrous flop where absolutely nothing works. Watching this travesty can truly be at your own risk, because you have never seen such badly filmed action scenes, an inappropriate casting, and a story that is completely pointless.
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J’ai passé un excellent moment de deux heures !
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I can see quite a solid shower here, is this another case of herd mentalilty, so common here on FilmBooster? I hadn't read the reviews here beforehand (which in my experience is often not a bad thing), so I was able to enjoy this film quite unprejudiced. And what did I get? An easily digestible, slightly above average adventure story, with a solid production design, one nicely handled battle (I could feel the dust under my fingernails), and a charismatic Djimon Hounsoune (my favorite). Perhaps only the overly melodramatic last fifteen minutes weren't quite right for my taste.
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Without any reversals, without deep character development, without any plausible developments. The Four Feathers, despite diligent slow-downs or excessive sought-after grandeur, succumbs to unbearable boredom with its tired story and unremarkable fight scenes. Its salvation, meaning its weary second star, comes in the form of the charismatic Wes Bentley, but everything else, despite the seeming quality of the acting, is at the level of the most predictable dime-a-dozen novel.
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