I was actually a little lukewarm about going to see this movie. I really don't like action flicks so much, relentless violence just doesn't do it for me. And I loathed "Sin City." The only modern film I dislike more than Sin City is Pitch Black, which was not only ethically shoddy and celebrating some of the worst elements of humanity, but was also (unlike Sin City) poorly crafted, poorly written, trite, unforgivably compromising of its own internal morality, and gave me motion sickness before the opening credits.
Mostly, I went because it looked like a good date film, and promised lots of exposed torso.
I was very pleasantly surprised. Actually a bit disappointed by the exposed torso--wasn't gratuitous enough and apparently everyone waxed before filming--but the violence--and there was violence--was so poetic, so integral to the morality of the characters, and so well-shot, that I left feeling that I hadn't seen a violent movie. More historical drama than historical action.
The beautiful parts were beautiful, the hideous parts were hideous. The bad guy was charismatic, quite likable. There was a nicely-done wolf--not realistic, it was very much like a distorted comic-book wolf brought to life, more the idea of savage hunger than Canis Lupus.
The main character was maybe a little flat, but it's a comic-book adaptation and he's a warrior character--the difference between a well-presented archetype and a character who draws from a stereotype is subtle. And he was as well-developed as a genre film would allow, really.
No complaints, good film.