Flesh and Blood is styled on screen as Flesh + Blood, as though writer-director Paul Verhoeven were consciously working out an algorithm to account for his filmmaking sensibilities. By all accounts, this should have been the filmmaker’s Vera Cruz: a down-and-dirty medieval romp that adumbrates the fallout when former partners in carnage part ways and turn on each other. But the burdens of helming a logistically convoluted international co-production, wrangling a diverse and opinionated cast, and running the gauntlet of studio interference in the central storyline inevitably took their toll. What resulted is a solid actioner with flashes of brilliance. Outrageous in its unabashed blend of ultraviolence and profanation, Flesh and Blood stands as another testament to its director’s determination not to push the envelope, but rather to fail to recognize the envelope’s very existence in the first place.
In other words, Flesh and Blood is the anti-Ladyhawke, the other presumptive epic of the Middle Ages starring Rutger Hauer to come out that same year. In place of the latter’s lush romanticism, complete with tortured shape-shifting lovers separated by a churchman’s curse, and a helpful little burglar played by Ferris Bueller, viewers are treated over the course of the film to the more dubious spectacle of a socialistic gang rape and a catapult flinging plague-ridden dog carcass into a besieged stronghold. “Pretty strong meat there,” as the sniffling film critic in “Sam Peckinpah’s ’Salad Days,’” one of Monty Python’s funniest sketches, would have observed. However compromised the film’s central conceit, moments of brazen effrontery help Flesh and Blood effectively shatter the staid sheen of chivalry studiously cultivated by many a medieval opus.
Then, too, there’s Verhoeven’s cheeky appropriation of religious iconography for more sanguinary martial purposes. Early on, the sword-for-hire Martin (Hauer) unearths a statue of St. Martin of Tours, a saint with a sword, which the mercenary band of brothers’ resident cardinal (Ronald Lacey) promptly declares a sign from God above. Throughout the film, they will use this relic as a tool for divination to guide their way (with questionable results). Late in the film, Verhoeven brilliantly frames a shot with the saint in the background and Martin, a veritable double in the flesh, whetting his sword in the foreground. Needless to say, Martin’s proclivities are far from sanctified (witness the aforementioned sexual assault).
Beyond the rather portentous irony contained in these saintly invocations, Verhoeven doubtless has a larger point: Throughout history, relics and iconography have been used as armaments in battles between cultures and religions. They have a double meaning. They seem to proclaim: “Not only is your god my devil, but my god has sanctioned, through martial figures like Martin of Tours, the deployment of all-too-earthly means by which to prove it.” In the end, Verhoeven’s greatest irony, and the often pedestrian narrative’s most brilliant stroke, isn’t to decide in favor or against Martin. He’s of a piece with his nature, and he leaves the story as he entered it: unchanged and unbowed by the carnage he’s both witness to and agent of.
Overall, the boost to Blu-ray bodes well for Flesh and Blood, with the expected uptick when it comes to color saturation and fidelity to details. On the other hand, there’s persistent (and rather distracting) digital noise on display throughout an inordinate number of scenes, as well as some splotches and scratches. The Master Audio mono mix delivers some snatches of dialogue with undue murkiness, but does just fine by Basil Poledouris’s stately, rousing score utilizing a number of antique period instruments.
Kino carries over the bonus features from MGM’s earlier DVD. The interview with composer Basil Poledouris delves into getting the gig with Paul Verhoeven (who had heard his work on the Conan films), incorporating medieval instrumentation into the score, and his enthusiasm for the finished film. Verhoeven’s commentary track is typically gregarious. Verhoeven discusses the difficulties of helming an international coproduction with a sprawling, opinionated cast, feuding with Rutger Hauer over the depiction of his character, and directing without a storyboard. Verhoeven also goes into some detail about his dissatisfaction with the changes forced on him by the studio, particularly the imperative to focus on the central love triangle. As always with Verhoeven, this is an engaging listen. And, lastly, Kino provides the original theatrical trailer.
Flesh and Blood, Paul Verhoeven’s mischievous gob of spit in the face of chivalry, gets a problematic HD transfer and a spate of twice-told supplements from Kino.