There are movies, and then there are FILMS. This, my ladies and gentlemen and hedgehogs, is a FILM. One to be to be analyzed, broken down and appreciated for ages to come. What is this? It is one of the finest films ever to be committed to the sorry-ass celluloid that doesn’t deserve the golden material it captured. This. Is. The Shit. (the good shit, not the crapfest kind). I can only botch and do ill-justice to the medieval comedic masterpiece that this is, so I will keep this one short.
England. 932 A.D. Two dudes not riding horses. Some smarmy French dude calls em out on the fact they aren’t riding horses. Harsh, bro. Stupid science and coconut migrations gets involved. There are no winners. Well, at least not there. But here? We all are the winners.
Except for maybe Scene 24, every scene here is memorable, quotable, and, perhaps, life-saveable. Things seems to be a bit of a shitshow as of late. Take a moment to appreciate the finer things in life. One thing can be certain. The immutable quest for the Holy Grail, and the comedy in which it provides.
Fuckin Llamas.
