Giving in occasionally to lazy slow motion before reverting to juddering Grasserama, the battle sequences feel as perfunctory as re-enactments from mid-budget history programmes on the telly.

Paul Greengrass’s 14th-century historical drama keeps the action moving, but leaves its character development in the mud.

There’s certainly a contemporary resonance to this tale of a bloated elite bleeding the workers dry. But that fails to outweigh the unpleasantness of the viewing experience.

True, The Uprising gets off to a semi-decent start, and some of our performers...work well with what they’re given. But the Ploughman’s story, the reason we signed up for this sketchy riot in the first place, falls by the wayside.