Imagine you're the producer knocking back some cold ones with pals Danny McBride and James Franco one night and one of you (you can't remember who) suggests you should all make a comedy with knights, maidens, and wizards. That's primary school humor! It does nothing, basically.ĭumbfoundingly lazy medieval comedy-in-name-only. For some weird reason, the makers thought that assigning a "refined" 18th Century language to the characters, making a silence of two seconds and then saying a curse word was funny. The timing of the delivery of every f-bomb and other curse words is out of place and completely forced. It doesn't even try to be as witty as Mel Brook's comedic mentality during the 80s. It never hesitates to raise some scandalous moments that a PG-13 rating would never have allowed how terrible it is that this was close to a train wreck, galaxies away from the true demented talent of a Monty Python crew. With some unpredictable moments and creative twists, we manage to have between hands a no more than entertaining ride. Still, I appreciate when a film is not afraid of its own R-rating. Terrible miscasts participate in Green's official sale of his soul to the devil of Hollywood's financial greed. Are those too many things to handle properly so you can avoid disaster?ĭid all the elements listed were given proper treatment? The film sells a weird mix of violence and gore, sexual humor, crude gags, fantasy action, treachery, friendship, "heroism", brotherhood and costume-drama romance. David Gordon Green is still, in my book, the most disturbingly serious cinematic mutation I have ever seen in a filmmaker.