First off, this has way more in common with Conan the Barbarian than with anything resembling Arthurian mythos. In fact, I kept thinking that squeezing Arthur through a Robert E. Howard and Lovecraft filter the way this movie does is really kind of genius and I wish I had thought of it. When the film opens on a darkness-shrouded ziggurat and a passable replica of Minas Morgal, complete with flames shooting out of the top, I knew to chuck any expectation of anything making sense out the window. Since Arthur and his band of miscreants are all quite likeable, and I for one find Guy Ritchie’s directorial quirks delightful — he knows exactly when to skip a long narrative sequence and replace it with a snappy montage instead — I had a pretty good time with this.
In fact, it’s a way better Dungeons and Dragons movie than the actual D&D movie. Someday I’m going to rank my “way better D&D movie than the actual D&D movie” movies.
Although I have to admit, none of us could abide how badly Arthur treated his sword. You don’t drag Excalibur on the stone floor, even if it makes cool sparks!