I usually view Hollywood's portrayals of Scotland’s past with skepticism, and this film doesn’t do anything to alter that perspective. The familiar tropes—the idealized landscape and whisky imagery, the depiction of straightforwardly virtuous Scots clashing against villainous English occupiers—feel overly simplified, reducing the story to a romantic adventure akin to "Master of Ballantrae." While it does possess a rougher edge, with dialogue aiming for a more raw and genuine feel, both John Hurt playing the traitorous Marquis of Montrose and Tim Roth (who seems to believe he’s in something like “The Three Musketeers”?) deliver performances that are so exaggerated you wouldn't expect them to make it out of a Parisian brothel without serious injury; let alone engage in acts of rape, plunder, and ruthless schemes designed to replace Scottish customs with those favored by their new Hanoverian rulers. The choices of Eric Stolz and Brian Cox for the roles seem really odd! Andrew Keir, stiff as always, does try somewhat as the Duke of Argyll—another backer of King George. It’s got some beautiful visuals and a terrific score composed by Carter Burwell, but beyond that, it's an average historical film with only a brief acknowledgement of a significant Scottish figure.

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