The dawn of the 21st century witnessed a seismic shift in cinematic tastes, largely catalysed by two monumental successes. Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003) demonstrated that high fantasy could be both a critical darling and a global box-office phenomenon, redefining audience expectations for epic world-building and scale. Simultaneously, Ridley Scott’s Gladiator (2000) resurrected the historical epic, proving there was a voracious appetite for tales of ancient heroism, political intrigue, and visceral spectacle. The inevitable result was a rush by producers to mimic these formulas, seeking to capture lightning in a bottle. The 2004 television miniseries Ring of the Nibelungs stands as a particularly fascinating, if flawed, case study: an attempt to harness both trends simultaneously. It sought to graft the mythic grandeur of fantasy onto a pseudo-historical Dark Ages setting, creating a hybrid that ultimately struggled to satisfy either ambition, becoming a curious footnote in early-2000s television rather than the landmark it aspired to be.
This obscurity is, in part, a self-inflicted wound. Ring of the Nibelungs was an international co-production involving German, British, French, American, and South African interests—a pedigree that suggested ambition. With notable names both behind and before the cameras, one might have expected greater cultural penetration. Yet, the project remains remarkably obscure, particularly in the English-speaking world. This can be attributed directly to a baffling distribution strategy that fractured its identity across markets. It aired under no fewer than four different titles: Curse of the Ring in Australia, Ring of the Nibelungs in Canada, Sword of Xanten in the United Kingdom, and perhaps most generically, Dragon King: A Tale of the Dark Kingdom in the United States. This utter confusion prevented the consolidation of any unified critical reception or word-of-mouth momentum, dooming the series to a fragmented afterlife on late-night television and budget DVD shelves.
This branding chaos also led to a fundamental misunderstanding of its origins. Many contemporary viewers, seeing trailers featuring dragons, treasure hoards, and heroic quests, dismissed it as a cheap Lord of the Rings knock-off. In reality, the relationship is inverted, at least concerning source material. The miniseries is an adaptation of the Nibelungenlied (The Song of the Nibelungs), a monumental medieval German epic poem itself woven from ancient Germanic and Norse mythology. This poem is a cornerstone of German literature, famously adapted by Fritz Lang into his two-part 1924 silent epic Die Nibelungen, a masterpiece of Weimar cinema renowned for its stark, monumental visual style. It is this very epic, with its tragic heroes, cursed gold, and dragon-slaying princes, that profoundly inspired J.R.R. Tolkien’s legendarium. Thus, Ring of the Nibelungs is not cribbing from Tolkien but returning, albeit via a circuitous television route, to the same primordial wellspring. This rich heritage makes the miniseries’ failures all the more poignant.
The script, penned by American fantasy author Diane Duane alongside her husband Peter Morwood, and the director, Uli Edel, attempts to condense this sprawling saga into a four-hour runtime. The plot is transplanted to a vaguely historical circa 500 AD Western Europe, a landscape of fledgling Germanic kingdoms where the old gods are retreating before the advance of Christianity. We follow the legendary hero Siegfried, here introduced as a young prince (Ryan Slabbert) who witnesses his parents’ murder in a Saxon raid. Rescued by the blacksmith Eyvind (a weary Max von Sydow), he is renamed Eric and raised in obscurity. Years later, the adult Eric (now played by Benno Fürmann) crosses paths with Brunhild (Kristanna Loken), the formidable Queen of Iceland, in a meeting that begins with combat and swiftly turns to mutual, if doomed, attraction.
The narrative then accelerates through the saga’s greatest hits. Eric, having forged a sword from a meteoritic metal, ventures to the court of King Gunther of Burgundy (Samuel West), whose lands are terrorised by the dragon Fafnir. In a genuinely well-executed sequence, Eric slays the beast, bathes in its blood to gain near-invulnerability (save for one leaf-covered spot), plunders its vast treasure, and acquires the shapeshifting Tarnhelm from the dwarf Alberich (Sean Higgs). Returning a hero, he reclaims his birth name Siegfried, helps Gunther defeat the Saxons, and is betrothed to Gunther’s sister, the smitten Kriemhild (Alicia Witt)—but only after drinking a potion that erases his memory of Brunhild. The central deception follows: Gunther, unable to win Brunhild himself, enlists Siegfried to take his form via the Tarnhelm and defeat her in battle. The heartbroken Brunhild marries Gunther, and the deception deepens when Siegfried again impersonates him to consummate the marriage. When the truth is revealed, Brunhild’s humiliation curdles into rage, forging an alliance with the conniving courtier Hagen (Julian Sands) and a compromised Gunther to plot Siegfried’s murder.
On a technical level, the production is a good example of savvy resource management. Made entirely in South Africa on a budget minuscule compared to Hollywood counterparts, it relies heavily on CGI. For 2004 television standards, the effects are largely solid; the digital recreation of Germanic and Nordic landscapes is believable, and the climactic battle between Siegfried and Fafnir remains exciting and coherently staged. The creature design and the spectacle of the dragon’s demise are highlights that briefly convince you of the epic being told.
Yet, for all its competent craftsmanship, Ring of the Nibelungs is a profound disappointment. Director Uli Edel, whose background lies in gritty, contemporary drama, seems palpably at odds with the demands of mythic fantasy. The pacing is erratic, and many scenes are poorly edited, resulting in a confusing narrative flow that undermines the saga’s tragic momentum. The cinematography by Elemér Ragályi is a significant culprit, bathing almost every scene in a monotonous palette of murky greys and gloomy blues, draining the story of any visual splendour or tonal variation. This dour aesthetic is compounded by Ilan Eshkeri’s curiously underwhelming musical score, which lacks the thematic grandeur or emotional sweep necessary to elevate the material beyond its television origins.
However, the series’ most debilitating flaw is its catastrophic miscasting at the centre. Benno Fürmann, a capable actor in other contexts, is hopelessly wrong as Siegfried. He appears far too old and world-weary to embody the youthful, exuberant hero of legend, and his performance often registers as bland and disengaged. This fatal lack of charisma cripples the core relationships. There is negligible chemistry between him and Kristanna Loken’s Brunhild; Loken, to her credit, attacks her role with a fierce, almost operatic intensity that feels belong to a different, better production. Their scenes together crackle not with passion but with a jarring disconnect. The dialogue, often clunky and exposition-heavy, does the cast no favours, leaving even veterans like Max von Sydow struggling to inject gravity. In stark contrast, Alicia Witt matches Loken’s commitment, making Kriemhild’s journey from infatuation to vengeful widow one of the narrative’s more compelling threads. For modern audiences, the most intriguing casting is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it appearance by a young Robert Pattinson, making his screen debut as Gunther’s brother Giselher—a mere historical footnote in the career of a future superstar, but a reminder of the project’s strange place in the industry.
At the end, Ring of the Nibelungs is a fascinating misfire. It is not without merit: its respect for the source material is evident, its production values are respectable for television, and it features moments of genuine spectacle. Yet, it is ultimately hamstrung by a director ill-suited to the genre, a visually and aurally dull presentation, and a central performance that fails to anchor the epic tragedy. It attempted to ride the twin waves of fantasy and historical epic but, lacking the budget, cohesive vision, and star power of its cinematic inspirations, it foundered in the confused waters of its own making. It remains a curious artefact—a well-intentioned but ultimately failed attempt to bring one of Europe’s oldest and greatest myths to a new generation, its legacy as fragmented and obscured as its multitude of titles.
RATING: 4/10 (+)
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