I mean, after the holy hand grenade, what more was there to say?
Then six years later along cameExcalibur.
As directors go, John Boorman has always been a weirdie, and a tough one to pin down.
He then moved onto the unforgettable backwoods savagery of 1972sDeliverance.
The timing was good.
But Boormans picture still stands apart.
But thats really just the beginning.
Paul Geoffreys Perceval and Nicholas Clays Lancelot you just want to smack.
The production was beset with problems from the beginning.
The two had co-starred in a miserable production ofMacbetha year or two earlier (see?
), and some mighty bad feelings continued to linger.
Boorman won out again, thinking the off screen antagonism would translate well into their on screen relationship.
Rain, aluminum armor, and cameras apparently dont work well together.
The walls of Camelot glow.
Even the forest glows.
It sounds like a mighty bloated and grandiose claim for a silly knight movie, but its all there.
The whole scene is rough and bloody and muddy and crude.
The world, for a moment, was perfect and peaceful and sleek and a little dull.
Still a fun sword and sorcery picture, though, gotta admit that.
