’13th Warrior’ Is as Bad as Advertised, Until …

John McTiernan’s “The 13th Warrior” (1999) is the Michael Crichton adaptation that, unlike “Jurassic Park” (1993), you might have passed on.

Chances are, you’re like me and heard some terrible things long before the film hit theaters. Based on Crichton’s 1976 novel, “Eaters of the Dead,” which was a re-telling of “Beowulf” but with Vikings, the film was set to be released during the summer of 1997.

I can recall a paperback edition with the Coming Soon label that didn’t make good on its promise for years.

The rumor spreading was that no one was happy with McTiernan’s rough cut, so Crichton stepped in and reshot a great deal of it. When the film finally arrived, late into the summer of 1999, it was like a last gasp.

The uninspired promotional campaign showcased a poster with a close-up of an eye and a Viking ship. The tagline declared it was from the director of “Die Hard” but, if the powers that be at Disney had really understood what they had, and how to sell it, they would have mentioned a far different McTiernan film that is a stronger comparison.

More on that later.

Antonio Banderas stars as Ahmad ibn Fadlan, an Arab poet who is recruited by the Vikings as the 13th man on their mission to take down a mountaintop of warriors who wear animal skins and, yes, eat their prey.

For most of the first act, the film doesn’t work and is presumably where most of the cutting and recutting took place during the years-long restructuring and post-production process. By the time the opening credits have finished, so much exposition and quick cuts have occurred, with scenes quickly fading into another scene and yet another, one might be lost by the time McTiernan’s name turns up.

Despite the word that Crichton reshot a lot of it, McTiernan still gets sole directorial credit, though he and Crichton share producer credit.

Clearly everyone involved has seen “Braveheart” (1995), as a colorful army of burly dudes makes up the supporting cast of mighty, fearless, powerful and testosterone-fueled Viking warriors. Still, despite ample time spent getting to know these characters (who sport names like Herger, Skeld and King Hrothgar), none are truly developed and provide anything more than an action figure likeness.

For example, my favorite of the Vikings is played by Vladimir Kulich, who looks an awful lot like Viggo the Carpathian. What can I tell you about him? He seems cool wielding a sword. Ditto just about everyone else.

Banderas is miscast as a befuddled, out-of-his-league, put-upon everyman who must stand up and fight. Unlike McTiernan protagonists Jack Ryan (“I’m just an analyst!”) and John McClane (“Welcome to the party, pal!”), whose casting of Alec Baldwin and Bruce Willis sold the characterizations, Banderas is obviously too strong and capable to be a fall guy for long.

If McTiernan had instructed Banderas to play the role while wearing coke bottle glasses with a piece of tape in the middle, he still wouldn’t come across as not manly enough to hang out with actors who look like they just clocked out of their Medieval Times shift.

Two extraordinary contrivances work in Banderas’ favor: the first is a montage where Fadlan learns to speak the Viking language just by observation and listening to them chat during a nightly campfire- a few dissolves (over what appears to be two meals) and voila! Everyone in the movie can understand each other and is now speaking English!

McTiernan got away with this before: remember the cool fade-in/fade-out in “The Hunt For Red October” (1990), a canny bit of filmmaking that instructed the audience that, despite the Russian and American characters, we the audience will now only hear Sean Connery and everyone else speak English.

That movie got away with it. Here, it’s a huge stretch but hey, we need to move the story along, so fine, our lead can decipher languages by listening to people speak.

The other jaw-dropping bit of movie contrivance that “The 13th Warrior” gets away with is yet another montage: Fadlan decides to join the Vikings in battle, but he can barely lift a sword: after a very-brief montage, he not only customizes his weapon but can chop off the tops of a spear. He even has Indigo Montoya moves at his disposal.

Whatever.

Because Fadlan is played by Banderas, he always looks cool in action and holds his own in the big set pieces, but the element of suspense intended at the screenplay level (can someone raised to be peaceful hold his own among savages?) is not there.

Omar Sheriff is in the film’s painfully clunky first act and vanishes soon after. Diane Venora, playing the wife of one of the Vikings, has almost no dialogue but has an unforgettable moment: when villains invade camp, she turns to a young handmaiden protecting a room of children, hands her multiple knives and instructs her that, if the villains come near the children, “you know what to do.”

Whoa. Thankfully, we never get the “13th Warrior” equivalent of the offscreen Youngling slaughter from “Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith” (2005).

For a while, it doesn’t seem like the film will ever connect…then we get to the film’s final hour, which is comprised of three gigantic action sequences, that are so sensational that everything that wasn’t working in the early going vanishes from memory.

A nighttime battle with the Wendol, who are illuminated by torches in a glowing mist, is simply awesome. So is the invasion of their mountain lair, in which we meet the Wendol Queen, a truly scary sequence.

She’s played by Susan Willis who, amazingly also played Mrs. Guttman in “What About Bob?” (1991), where she yelled the immortal line, “Burn in hell, Dr. Marvin!” Her one scene in this is unforgettable.

 

The conclusion is a burly battle by swords in rain and mud, with huge splashes of blood with every swing; it’s played in semi-slow motion and, like the two fantastic set pieces before it, is breathtaking in its staging and imagery.

Did Crichton really direct the majority of “The 13th Warrior”? I doubt it. Much of the imagery is right out of McTiernan’s body of work: the blinding light shining through the doors during the first Wendol attack is reminiscent of McTiernan’s “Nomads” (1986), the assault on the Wendol headquarters (more like a death cave of monsters) creates claustrophobia and coherent geography the way McTiernan’s “Die Hard” does (“Now I know what a TV dinner feels like!”).

Most of all, despite the touting on the film’s poster, the McTiernan film this resembles the most, and I can’t give a bigger compliment, is “Predator” (1987). The portrayal of warriors who must face an enemy they initially don’t understand, are fearful of and must learn how to fight, as well as the setting, waterfall and woods terrain and the final confrontation between warrior and unholy creature of destruction, are all a clear reflection of “Predator.”

Watch the two back-to-back and, well…you’ll either cry out “Valhalla!” or grow hair on your chest.

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