Golden Age, Porcelain Throne

Cate camps it up for Queen Hard With a Vengeance.

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Elizabeth: The Golden Age Cate Blanchett costume dramas Directed by Shekhar Kapur; Written by Michael Hirst and William Nicholson; Starring Cate Blanchett, Clive Owen, Geoffrey Rush, and Samantha Morton; Rated PG-13; Opens Friday
Cate Blanchett, going for that Bride-of-Frankenstein look.
Cate Blanchett, going for that Bride-of-Frankenstein look.
"Will you leave your kingdom to a heretic?" That was the question posed to a dying Queen Mary in 1998's Elizabeth, director Shekhar Kapur's grim and dingy film about the queen -- who, of course, had no choice but to hand over the throne to her Protestant half-sister Elizabeth.

In Elizabeth: The Golden Age, Kapur revisits Elizabeth, once more played by Cate Blanchett beneath towering wigs and a deathly pale visage, some 30 years after her ascendancy to the throne. Only now, England is on the brink of war with Spain's King Philip II (Jordi Mollà), who wants England reclaimed as a Catholic stronghold under the rule of Mary Queen of Scots (Samantha Morton). As though any of that matters: The audience should have a very hard time taking too seriously a film in which Clive Owen, dressed in baggy pantaloons as Sir Walter Raleigh, dangles like a romance-novel cover boy from a ship's mast, the ocean lapping him like a faithful hound. Halloween's come early, and the kids who can't get their hands on a Jack Sparrow costume might investigate whether Target's carrying a Sir Walter Raleigh outfit this year.

The original was no less a fanciful soap opera -- Dynasty in Renaissance Fair drag, Dallas with a much fancier Southfork Ranch. But the sequel is considerably more garish and voluble. If Elizabeth was BBC stuff writ large, a history lesson made enchanting for soap fans, its successor is more like an Indian import: How is it these people don't break into song or skip into a dance routine every five minutes?

Kapur, who made the inoffensive but forgettable Four Feathers redo in 2002, has brightened up and lightened up. This Elizabeth unfolds not in the dust-speckled shadows of rotting castles, but in the radiant glow of polished palaces. At least they're all having a jolly good time. And The Golden Age is a most honest subtitle: Each frame looks like it cost a billion dollars.

Kapur and his screenwriter -- Michael Hirst again, here abetted by Gladiator scribe William Nicholson -- have even less interest in maintaining even a dollop of historical accuracy. The Golden Age commingles accepted fact, acknowledged fiction, and wild-ass myth to the point where it's often nothing more than a Fractured Fairy Tale, really -- more Shrek than Shrek. The foundation of the story is more or less accurate: By the 1580s, Elizabeth had settled into her role as the country's Protestant ruler, much to the chagrin of her former brother-in-law Philip, who wanted the country returned to its Catholic ways. Plots were hatched and conspiracies were conceived to put Mary Queen of Scots on the throne, though in the end Mary denied any wrongdoing, just before her head was chopped clean off.

And while that was going on, Sir Walter was hanging out with the Queen, who had taken a shine to the rogue explorer and poet. Only Raleigh had eyes, and baggy pants, for Elizabeth's favorite lady-in-waiting, Bess (played here by Abbie Cornish), with whom Raleigh would have a child -- which made the Queen mad enough to send Raleigh to the Tower of London for a while, till she freed him to do more pillaging of Spanish ships.

Kapur and his writers have taken all that "truth" and dumped it on its ass: Raleigh gets sprung from the tower not to do the Queen's dirty work, but to save the entire damned country. And the Queen and Raleigh are now far more than friends: Here, Elizabeth acts like a flirty little teenybopper surrounded by giggling courtesans as she ponders the touch of the rakish hunk. The filmmakers even include the long-ago-dispelled story that Sir Walter once draped his cape over a puddle of mud lest the Queen sully her slippers.

Blanchett, Owen, and Geoffrey Rush (who returns as Sir Francis Walsingham, the Queen's right-hand man) play it so straight, you're tempted to laugh out loud at every other scene -- this is really Rocky Horror Picture Show territory. And so The Golden Age will be rightfully damned as ludicrous nonsense, fluff puffed into "substance" by a filmmaker who has found a franchise in a legend. Please, Kapur, you mustn't do the time warp again.

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