Well, the 18th century isn't the best century in which to find a Scottish nationalist hero. You've got guys like Rob Roy who, while being pretty cool if you're a McGregor, aren't too great if you're a MacDonald whom the Gregora find asleep in the heather. Your best bet is a Frenchy kid with good manners and a passion for cherry brandy and chasing skirt--but it's hard to get enthusiastic about Bonnie Prince Charlie after Culloden. Then everyone gets hung right and left, the English suborn the Scots into Highland regiments, and before you know it they're playing the bagpipes on the Plains of Abraham and tearing into the other half of the Auld Alliance, the Frogs.

Not, if you're a spin doctor for the Scottish Nationalist Party, altogether the best century in which to find an appropriate poster boy.

That's why they were pretty darn happy when Braveheart rolled into the theaters.

Accurate? Accuracy? It's medieval, no one can remember that far back.