We have spent decades mythologizing the outlaw archetype, but The Death of Robin Hood forces a confrontation with the reality of that violence, framing the legend as a man simply running out of time. Rather than a swashbuckling romp through Sherwood Forest, the film operates as a grim, end-of-life reckoning for a protagonist whose morality has been eroded by years of theft and bloodshed. I watched the initial festival press coming out of Sydney last week, and it is clear that