The sole marketing tool for this movie is Daniel Radcliffe. And it's a tragedy: the movie would be compelling without him. White anti-apartheid freedom fighters imprisoned for believing in freedom? What a tale. It should be impressive. Instead we're given a lackluster British prince (what other title can be given to a man catapulted to international fame at 12) in a movie about another continent. The hero of a movie about the struggle for South African independence and racial equality has a British accent? Copied and pasted from an early 2000s magical fiction? Wow. The tale of South Africa's freedom has both heroes and villains, but they are all South African, not British posh boys famous since adolescence. The tool this movie uses for acknowledgement is in fact it's downfall.