Iron Mask

tory, not that it remotely matters, centres around Flemyng's "Jonathan Green" - a map maker charged with charting the Russian Far East. After a few rather limply devised and overly choreographed adventures, he ends up in China facing the almost comically un-menacing "Dragon Master" (Chan) whilst the deposed Czar of all the Russias (complete with the eponymous mask) escapes imprisonment in London and a battle royal looms... It's trying, to be fair. It mixes the mystic with the scientific; it even has a go at being witty now and again, but the sum of the parts is nowhere near good enough at the end. It lumbers along for almost two hours with a largely pedestrian dialogue and a sort of portmanteau style of delivery that smacks of a student assemble-edit. I am afraid that this film is really nothing at all to write home about; a very disappointing effort from some stars who might have known better and from some writers who might have done us all a favour by leaving the tops on their pens.