Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, the '90s, when Charlie Sheen wasn't a punchline, when Chris O'Donnell looked as if he might be a star, when Kiefer Sutherland didn't know that he was running out of time, when Tim Curry was . . . okay, Tim Curry's still great when it comes to villainy. What we have here is yet another of those movies that everybody hates except me.
I've mentioned before that I'm a sucker for any version of The Three Musketeers, and I've reviewed several of the movies about them in the past. I like this one, too. It was filmed in Austria, and it looks great. Besides that, the cast seems to be having a good time, especially Oliver Platt as Porthos. He's very funny and steals every scene he's in. Sutherland and Sheen are good, and O'Donnell is pretty. Not as pretty as Rebecca de Mornay as Milady, but close. The story sort of follows the familiar framework, and there's plenty of jazzed up action (even a bit of the martial arts variety) and pounding hoofbeats. And sword fights and daring rescues.
Sure, this movie's not going to make anybody forget the great two-parter directed by Richard Lester, but if you're still in touch with your inner 10-year-old, it's a lot of fun. Or it was for me. You might hate it like everybody else does.