As I walked into the theater to see “47 Ronin,” I was expecting an epic assortment of samurai and Keanu Reeves. But instead of a glorious ballet of katanas, dragons and Reeves’ facial hair, I was instead met with one of the most startlingly boring movies of 2013 (and 2014, I guess), filled not with epic swordfights, but endless exposition.
You know what this movie didn’t need? An exposition.
It’s basically a cut-rate generic action movie that tries way too hard to be taken seriously. Granted, the last half hour was pretty good, but it was by no means spectacular, and certainly not worth the wait. And the worst part was, despite the literal ton of exposition, the story is about as exciting as watching paint dry in slow-mo. I didn’t care about the plot, or the characters for that matter. I should’ve just watched “The Hobbit” again.
