First Knight

I tried so hard to enjoy this film. The themes of selflessness and valour are endearing, but the film continues to shoot itself in the foot. Obvious faults aside, the script has a few sparse nuggets of wisdom; Goldsmith's score is epic and larger than the film; some of the cinematography is stunning, making excellent use of the natural landscape; and Julia Ormond seems to know what she's doing in front of the camera. It could have been something much better.

This movie takes a giantic steaming crap all over the legend of King Arthur. Now I'm no purist at all, I'm perfectly fine with a epic, fable or legend being reinvisioned however the reinvision must be good. This is King Arthur told like an completely trashy romance novel. Actually that's probably an insult to the quality work of trashy romance. Mark my words: this movie is completely horrendous and you should not, no, you are not allowed to like it.

A ludicrous film with some incredibly, amazingly dumb moments. Never mind the perversion of the Arthurian legend, it's just an astoundingly idiotic film with a lot of moments of Richard Gere hilarity. That scene where he's fighting on the horse, bouncing up and down in slow motion? It doesn't get cheesier.

Richard Gere is mercenary, living on a horse and a sword. But still his hair is always in perfect order and washed good!

Another run-through of the deathless Arthur-Guinevere-Lancelot legend, cripplingly shackled on its run by the casting of Gere in the part of Lancelot -- a smarty-pantsy, ants-in-his-pantsy Lancelot, with a glide in his step, a dip in his knee, a swivel in his hips, a twitch or a wink or a wince in his eye. More simply, Gere has never been a credible period actor. More simply still, he has never been a credible actor, period.