Ready for our candy bar, Mr. Awful action, mismatched accents, stupid writing, unbelievable plot lines; a mess if ever there was one, and the only saving grace was my fond remembrance of a story I once upon a time enjoyed.
But the movie, alas, limits itself to the action in the plot--escapes, sword fights, the frequent incantation "all for one and one for all," and ignores the opportunity to have more fun with the notion of a prisoner suddenly finding himself king.
In real life, the masked prisoner was registered as Eustache Dauger. D'Artagnan contacts his friends for help in rescuing Philippe from the Bastille. Aramis summons Porthos, Athos and D'Artagnan for a secret meeting in which he reveals that he himself is the Jesuits' leader and has a plan to depose Louis.
Does anyone think Jeremy Irons is large enough to smuggle Leonardo DiCaprio past suspicious guards under his cloak? Clearly he's not the man for the job here and who is?
The historian does not recall that from The Vicomte de Bragelonne. With captivating ingenuousness, and with a physical beauty that reduces the camera to one more worshipful fan, he fares well in one of his most ill-advised film projects.
Also here, in supposed contrast, are the story's older and wiser characters: graying, over-the-hill Musketeers presented as one-note creatures. And that had a wolf in a red hat playing Cardinal Richelieu. D'Artagnan visits Athos to warn him of the danger Raoul faces.