The blessed days...
... when nobody gave a damn about historical inaccuracy. They didn't have to be reminded that it was fiction, they just sat back and relaxed and had fun. When did viewers start being such spoilsports and know-it-alls? When did the adjective become so much more important than the noun in "historical fiction"?
I have just rewatched the 2010 Robin Hood with Russell Crowe and cannot see any reason why it gets the "historical inaccuracy" treatment more than this 1938 classic. Except for one thing: the colours. That's all. The costumes in recent movies look supposedly "real" because the colours are deliberately not bright (a very silly and unhistorical assumption that the Middle Ages were drab and grey and sad...) while the Technicolor of old days relished in reds and blues and golds, much like some medieval illuminations or stained-glass windows. Maybe that is what made it easier for people to instantly accept that they were watching a piece of artistic expression, not a piece of "real life". But apart from the colours, really, there is no difference whatsoever between the historical accuracy of the costumes, the architecture, the warfare, the mindsets in 1938 and in 2010 Robin Hoods. So is it just the colour technique? Or something more?
Thoughts?
"Occasionally I'm callous and strange."