This hyperactive adventure movie about the legendary 13th century brigand and champion of the downtrodden doesn’t remotely qualify as a period piece, so relentlessly do the filmmakers pile on anachronisms, presumably in a bid to appear relevant to youthful audiences. Taron Egerton, a far cry from his predecessors Errol Flynn, Sean Connery, Kevin Costner, Russell Crowe, and Douglas Fairbanks, plays Robin of Loxley, a noble drafted to serve in the Crusades and fight Arabs whose battle tactics resemble the Taliban’s. Back in England, his nemesis, the jackbooted Sheriff of Nottingham (Ben Mendelsohn), swaggers and bellows like an SS Reichsführer, while Robin’s beloved Marian (Eve Hewson) flashes more decolletage than a Bond girl. There’s also a horse chase through a grimy mining camp that rips off both Blade Runner and the chariot race in Ben Hur. It’s silly stuff, so insubstantial that even after any vicarious thrills over the medieval one percent getting shafted, the viewer is likely to feel he or she is the one being fleeced. TV veteran Otto Bathurst directed; with Jamie Foxx, F. Murray Abraham, and Jamie Dornan as a sequel hook.