To that hallowed list of great expensive follies - "John Carter," "Ishtar," "Heaven's Gate" - let us ceremonially add another name: "King Arthur: Legend of the Sword."
This is not your father's King Arthur legend. It may not be yours, either.
Director Guy Ritchie can turn London crime dramas into cinematic lightning, but apply his fast cuts and jagged pacing to the Arthurian legend and you get, well, a brutal, bleedin' mess.
Oi! What's Guy Ritchie gone and done with King Arfur, then?
Ritchie has gleefully set his timeworn characters in an environment where narrative logic has no purchase. One name for this environment is subconscious dreamscape. Another is mosh pit.
An unsuccessful mix of saucy wit and portentous sorcery.
Ritchie, using a rollicking soundtrack and wild visual flourishes, is off his rocker here, enough so that he makes a familiar, stale tale seem fresh.
Well, Guy Ritchie sure put his stamp on this bit of British mythology. Lock, stock and flaming arrow.
Kinetic and attention-grabbing.