Many of you asked me to review this film, and if I had to sum it up in one word, it would be intense.
Now, if Orlando Bloom was a school of literary criticism, it would be the theory I am using to give my review. Keep that in mind.
On that note, I’m not including any screen caps because although he looks scruffy and delicious at times, OB gets bloody at some points, and some of it is just too disturbing.
Zulu, starring Forrest Whittaker, is a film about a Zulu man in South Africa. OB plays fellow detective Brian Epkeen, and together they get caught in a web of drugs, violence, death, and deceit. It’s disturbing as hell, and no doubt a comment on SA politics. (My personal opinion is that because OB’s “father,” Harold Bloom was an activist in SA it was a project dear to his heart.)
The “nude” scene that OB was asked so much about occurs in the first 5 minutes of the film, and while delicious, (you definitely get more of an eyeful than he’s ever offered) it helps to build and develop Brian’s character, but to focus on that aspect of the film as far as OB’s performance goes is a slap in the face to the entire film itself. I don’t know how you could watch Zulu in its entirety and only talk about the narrowly-missed full-frontal.
Needless to say, I probably will never watch this film again, but OB is amazing in it. I keep saying that he’s like a fine wine: he just gets better with age. The little boy is gone, though it shocks me how easily he portrayed a 17-year-old boy on stage in the fall of 2013, after production had wrapped on Zulu.
OB’s indie films are by far his best, and if you’ve only ever seen Pirates and LotR, you don’t even know what you’re missing. (Top titles would be Haven (my personal favourite of his body of work), Sympathy for Delicious, The Good Doctor, and, of course, Zulu.
I can’t wait to see what he comes out with next.