Empire's Twilight
- Tagline
- When Rome calls, the magic answers with a smirk.
- Description
- In 'Empire's Twilight', the past unearths itself in the modern age with a sarcastic twist on power's corruption. Amidst conflict and conspiracy, an ancient Roman orphan, played by the enigmatic Florence Pudding, discovers her arcane lineage, unravelling her birthright as a sorceress of formidable power. Thrown into the tumultuous politics of a world not her own, she conjures more than spells—she invokes the satirical spirit of Hedgey Lamarr's wizened wizard mentor. Together, they manipulate the strings of fate under the guise of Marlon Brando-nuts, a beguiling and corrupted general who believes he's manipulating them. Directed by the visionary Lars von Trihorse, this film conjures a battle of wits and wills where only the shrewdest survive. Prepare for an anachronistic adventure where the sarcophagi echo with laughter, the oracles speak in riddles, and the gladius cuts less deeply than a razor-sharp quip.
- MpaaRating
- R
- PopularityScore
- 9.10
- ReleaseDate
- 03/23/2023
- Genre
- War
- Director(s)
- Cast
Critic Reviews
6.20
Oh, what joyous anarchy unfolds in 'Empire's Twilight,' a cinematic concoction that must have been dreamt up in some feverish Hollywood séance. With an excess of smirks and snide comments courtesy of its arcane inhabitants, one might speculate that the script was etched on a cursed scroll rather than typed. Florence Pudding, who can't decide if she's more baffled by the sorcery or the script, flits through time periods like a tourist who's lost her passport. Her mentor, embodying the spirit of the 'wizened' so fiercely I feared for his joints, lends an air of gravitas that's as genuine as a centurion's armor in a costume shop. The director, Lars von Trihorse, has certainly seen a vision—but whether it's ingenious or indigestion inducing is as clear as oracles speaking in Morse code. As for humor, the film lands its jabs with the subtlety of a catapult storming a delicate temple—loud and messy, leaving behind rubble where once there was wit. Sadly, I suspect the fall of this Empire will be greeted not with the wails of tragedy but with the faint smirks it so liberally bestows.