The Guardian
Preposterous time-romp, starring Christopher Lambert and Sean Connery, is highly enjoyable if you’re prepared to meet it on its own terms The sheer barking madness of this fantasy time-travel adventure from co-writer Gregory Widen and director Russell Mulcahy, now on re-release for its 40th anniversary, can best be described as Terry Gilliam meets James Cameron. The chiselled features of its Franco-American star Christopher Lambert – a kind of VHS Marlon Brando – are a minor source of diversion on their own and his Scottish accent has to be heard to be disbelieved. And Celia Imrie’s small role as the sexy but duplicitous 16th-century Scottish villager seals the deal on Highlander’s cult status. Forty years on, this depends more than ever on appreciating its trace of deadpan black comedy. Highlander’s wacky story concerns Connor MacLeod, smoulderingly played by Lambert, a fiery young warrior in the Scottish Highlands in the 1530s, who appears to have been killed during a war with the opposing Fraser clan. But he comes back to life, leading the excitable community to think he’s possessed by the devil. Driven out of the village, his only ally is his great love Heather (Beatie Edney), but the couple are astonished to encounter what appears to be an effetely dressed Spanish nobleman, played by Sean Connery, who incidentally displays in this film some very useful horsemanship. He informs Connor that he is one of a secret race of immortals, a disclosure which Connor receives coldly: “You look like a woman, you stupid haggis!” Continue reading...
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