After many years of stealing the throne from him and expelling him from his mother also the death of his fathe, the prince meets his mother again 13 years later. And begins with her on a journey to restore his kingdom. Taking him on an extraordinary journey around the world.
Remember Mufasa instructing Simba to claim his place on Pride Rock? Imagine Simba's response was, "That's well and all, but I'm just going to keep with the Hakuna Matata for a few decades first." That's what Maharaja Duleep Singh's story feels like.
The Black Prince is a beautifully photographed film and an interesting historical tale from the murky depths of mid-19th century British colonialism, but it's a bloodless tale, bereft of passion or pathos.
The Black Prince may follow the formula of a prestige pic, but this messy film just shows why those truly stirring historical dramas deserve the awards season glory they get.
The Black Prince is one of those big, bland international co-productions where many cooks are involved, but no one is really sure what the recipe should be.
Despite the story's massive potential, Raz's sincere but dimly-lit drama, monotonously shot within the four walls of a church or a heritage room, ends up being a tedious watch. Just like its protagonist, it lacks drive and a sense of purpose.
[Raz] has crafted a story to win the hearts and minds of this audience. Unfortunately, this comes at an artistic cost, as The Black Prince seems more like a mission than a movie at times.