The Death of Robin Hood (2026)

  • Director: Michael Sarnoski
  • Screenplay: Michael Sarnoski
  • Based on: ‘Robin Hood’s Death‘ by Anonymous
  • Producer: Aaron Ryder, Andrew Swett, Alexander Black, Hugh Jackman
  • Cast: Hugh Jackman, Jodie Comer, Bill Skarsgård, Murray Bartlett, Noah Jupe
  • Cinematography: Pat Scola
  • Editing: Andrew Mondshein
  • Score: Jim Ghedi
  • Genre: Thriller
  • Runtime: 122 minutes

The concept of Robin Hood being a benevolent do-gooder who pilfered from the rich to give to the less fortunate is all a folk tale. His pure love for Maid Marian also mythical. The real Robin is murderous, brutish and unrepentant. He admits he’s killed so many children he’s lost count.

He’s older now. Age hasn’t softened him. He looks haggard and weary from a lifetime spent killing. Though Hugh Jackman’s try at a northern accent needs work, he’s a suitable choice for Robin. You can see the decades of bloodshed in his eyes.

The opening chapter is unflinching in its brutality and bleakness. Robin and Little John (Bill Skarsgård)’s sanguinary exploits come to a halt when Robin is injured by a clansman in a savage skirmish. The violence gives way for something rather beautiful to flourish. Little John takes the incapacitated Robin to the Priory of St. Clement on a remote island; the carnage of the latter’s past separated by the sea.

Sister Brigid (the sterling Jodie Comer) allows Robin a place for recuperation. A safe haven. Nobody knows him here. No one is baying for his blood in retaliation. The sun shines the morning of Robin’s first full day at the priory as if he has found the promised land. The mainland is still visible but far in the distance. At this point, the pacing slows down like the film has begun a new life itself. It’s gentle, serene and meditative. The scenes in the orchard are stunning, the daffodils symbolising a rebirth.

The perfect balance between moods is struck, both bloody and blissful. Robin’s arc, culminating in the ownership of his misdeeds and an acceptance of his death, is poignant. Michael Sarnoski’s direction and writing hits the bull’s-eye.

My rating: 8 / 10

The Sheep Detectives (2026)

  • Director: Kyle Balda
  • Screenplay: Craig Mazin
  • Based on: ‘Three Bags Full: A Sheep Detective Story‘ by Leonie Swann
  • Cast: Hugh Jackman, Nicholas Braun, Nicholas Galitzine, Molly Gordon, Hong Chau, Emma Thompson, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Bryan Cranston, Chris O’Dowd, Regina Hall, Patrick Stewart, Bella Ramsey, Brett Goldstein
  • Cinematography: George Steel
  • Editing: Martin Walsh, Paul Machliss, Al LeVine
  • Score: Christophe Beck
  • Genre: Mystery comedy
  • Runtime: 109 minutes

A shepherd, George (Ewe Jackman – sorry, Hugh Jackman), lovingly looks after his flock. Every evening, he reads them murder mystery novels believing they, as special as they may be, are merely sheep, unable to understand these yarns. Their days gleefully roaming around the bucolic pasture come to a sudden halt as one morning, the sheep discover George’s body lying in the field. He’s been poisoned!

Lily, the smartest of the bunch, takes it upon herself to solve George’s murder by hook or by crook. She’s the bellwether, joined by Mopple (who has a good memory) and Sebastian (a loner and quite literally the black sheep of the flock). The residents of the local town of Denbrook fall under suspicion: a rival shepherd, a butcher, a priest, the innkeeper and George’s own daughter. Which one is a red herring? Who amongst them is a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Who’s acting unusually sheepish?

It’s family-friendly fare, with no injury detail or gruesomeness. The premise is shear silliness but I wasn’t exactly expecting anything highbrow here. The wool wasn’t pulled over my eyes. I’m sure kids will enjoy the slapstick feel and way-too-obvious jokes. Unsophisticated but three bags full of quaint English charm. A flock of celebs voice the woolly gang including Bryan Cranston, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Chris O’Dowd and Sir Patrick Stewart.

You won’t need to count sheep whilst watching; it keeps your attention and is surprisingly heartfelt when musing on mortality. It certainly wasn’t baaaad nor was I fleeced. Yes, you herd me correctly.

My rating: 6 / 10