Published in Rocknerd webzine, 2004.

 

 

The Worst Movie Of 2004

by Barbara Welton

 

 

 

I have seen the worst movie of 2004 ... and its name is King Arthur.

 

A few years back, when I saw The Crow: City Of Angels, I experienced this strange effect whereby I was so inutterably horrified by what I'd just sat through that I just couldn't stop talking about it. The hoary old cliche about it being like watching a train wreck just didn't cut it — and doesn't in this case either.

 

*blink* *blink* I don't even know where to begin…

 

I could say that I'm not at all surprised to read that the Director was also responsible for The Replacement Killers — yet another contender for worst movie ever made. But then again, he also directed Training Day and Tears Of The Sun and they were pretty good. I could say I'm not at all surprised that the Writer also gave the world Gladiator which, although better than this effort by miles and miles and miles, is still a movie that I Just Don't Like. But no. That's not a good place to begin ...

 

*blink*

 

I know that it's a big Hollywood movie riding rough-shod over British history and I shouldn't take it seriously. I know that it's supposed to be Big Dumb Fun and I shouldn't expect it to be anything else. I know that. And I know how to enjoy Big Dumb Flicks. Honest, I do. I can suspend my disbelief for all sorts of things, all manner of normally unbelievable bullshit and just enjoy the pretty pictures and the explody bits. Honest, I can. But when EVERY FUCKING THING about a production just jars ... *blink*

 

Okay — how about I try simply reeling 'em off?

 

The history jars. Well, that's a given, I guess. I'm really not surprised. But hey, they're trying to sell us on this theory that the great Anglo-Saxon hero was a Roman and okay, I'll go along for the ride but wait a minute that character and that character have Norman names, and that (incredibly bloody fake looking) supposedly Roman fortress looks suspiciously Norman too, and that weapon there is from the Middle Ages, and what sort of bow is that supposed to be, and excuse me but where do the history buffs on this production think the Vikings fit in to all this? I could go on but honestly, is there anything more pathetic than a person who's just watched a Jerry Bruckheimer movie wailing about historical inaccuracies?

 

The language jars. Roman knights? Torture machines? 'Nuff said. *blink*

 

The story telling jars. There's barely any sense of Arthur and Lancelot's relationship. There's no sense at all of Lancelot and Guinevere's relationship — although she's suddenly sobbing over him on the battlefield for some reason. We watch Lancelot die and then somehow hear him narrating the epilogue to us (how the fuck does that happen?). It's all rubbish.

 

The fact that so many truly great actors are completely and utterly wasted jars. Clive Owen, Ioan Gruffudd, Ray Winstone, Ken Stott, Joel Edgerton — hell, even Keira Knightley and Hugh Dancy — are all fucking wasted on this offal. Why even bother casting people who can act — people who can really fucking act — like Ken Stott f'instance, just to have them be, I dunno, Some Guy In A Toga?

 

Guinevere jars. She's just another in a long, long line of "updated", "modernised", "post-Women's Lib" female characters who, after a lengthy set up that is supposed to convince us how strong and feisty and independent she is, ends up having to be saved by a man before the credits roll. Personally, I'd prefer they were all helpless bints from the get-go. At least it wouldn't be such a disappointment watching them having to be bloody rescued all the time. And how is it that they can find chainmail to put on their horses but Guinevere is running around Scotland in the snow in a bedsheet most of the time?

 

The military "logic" jars. Six guys on horses seem to take on the entire population of Britain for most of this movie. Those great military tacticians, the Romans, build their fortress on the lowest bit of land surrounded by hills that they can find. The Saxon army all march out onto a frozen lake and all huddle up together in one spot — oh dear! the ice breaks! how could that happen?! That frozen lake, btw, is surrounded by nice craggy hills that would've offered the perfect cover for attacking the six guys on horses down below ... My cat has better fighting strategy than anybody in this movie. No, my refrigerator has better fighting strategy. And we're supposed to believe these are great warriors! Heroes, even! *blink*

 

This movie SUCKS. I mean, really, truly, as God is my witness, SUCKS. I'm putting it right up there with The Crow: City Of Angels and Doppelganger and The Replacement Killers as one of the very worst movies of all time. With the exception of the actors, everybody else responsible for this movie should be lined up against a wall and cock/cunt-punched until they cry for their mums. There's just no excuse for something we're expected to pay for being this bad.

 

And once again, I find myself so horrified that I just can't stop talking about it.

 

 

the end.