That movie stinks. I didn't even stay for the end.

‘[…]What is M. Fouquet? M. Fouquet,’ replied d’Artagnan to himself, ‘is a handsome man, very much beloved by the women; a generous man, very much beloved by the poets; a man of wit, much execrated by the polloi. Not being woman, nor polloi, I neither love nor hate Monsieur the Superintendent.[…]’

To courageous, self-reliant men, with confidence in the power of free and fearless reasoning applied through the processes of popular government, no danger flowing from speech can be deemed clear and present unless the incidence of the evil apprehended is so imminent that it may befall before there is opportunity for full discussion.

Television has really dumbed down over the past ten years.