I’ve emerged from my second Robin Hood screening with my initial reactions intact — it’s an expertly made, handsomely shot, very well acted film with a story that deserves at least some favor for not doing the same old Robin Hood sha-la-la.
And I was even more taken this time because the projection and sound at the Salle Debussy are unmistakably better than at Manhattan’s Lincoln Square, where I saw it the first time. It really does matter if a film looks and sounds its very best.