The King of Kings Review – Charles Dickens Reking of the Jesus Story does a useful job | Movie
THis storytelling story of the life of Jesus (dubbed by Oscar Isaac) is narrated, with consummated strangeness, by Charles Dickens (Kenneth Branagh). Actually it is based on A story that Dickens wrote for his children (and was not published until 1934, decades after his death). The idea is that Dickens is telling the story of the New Testament of his young son Walter (Roman Griffin Davis) and Walter’s cat impresses, explaining to King Walter obsessed with Arthur as Jesus was the true king of the kings and everything else. And so we see Walter and Charles, in their lives of the mid-nineteenth century, wandering through the scenes of JC’s life almost two thousand years earlier, from the Nativity to the Crucifixion-Proprio as Scrooge and his ghostly friends in a Christmas carol while wandering through the past, present and future Christmas. Rather, it drags what is already a rather long time given the ability to pay attention to its destination audience.
On a technical level, it’s a nice bag. The backgrounds and renderings are richly detailed and full of compelling plot and the lighting is adorable. But the animation of the character is really ugly: a disturbingly long neck is given to Jesus who keeps a booble head with straight and classically white hair of silky hair – it seems his figure of action. The disciples and auxiliary characters are in the same way loaded and exaggerated, with the wicked “Pharisees” who persecute Jesus (the Jewish word has just spoken here) designed with a pronounced nose.
At least the vocal cast is rather ace, by Isaac, which brings a quality well underestimated to its line readings, up to Forest Whitaker Like Peter and Pierce Brosnan earthy as a nail clean that, strangely, is designed to appear just like Charles Dance. The entire package is not on par with the best biblical epopes, but it is quite useful.
