Edgar Cochran ✝️’s review published on Letterboxd:
David Gordon Green is still, in my book, the most disturbingly serious cinematic mutation I have ever seen in a filmmaker. The film sells a weird mix of violence and gore, sexual humor, crude gags, fantasy action, treachery, friendship, "heroism", brotherhood and costume-drama romance. Are those too many things to handle properly so you can avoid disaster?
Yes, they are.
Did we have a disaster of a film?
Yes, we did.
Did all the elements listed were given proper treatment?
Hell no.
Terrible miscasts participate in Green's official sale of his soul to the devil of Hollywood's financial greed. Still, I appreciate when a film is not afraid of its own R-rating. With some unpredictable moments and creative twists, we manage to have between hands a no more than entertaining ride. It never hesitates to raise some scandalous moments that a PG-13 rating would never have allowed; how terrible it is that this was close to a train wreck, galaxies away from the true demented talent of a Monty Python crew. It doesn't even try to be as witty as Mel Brook's comedic mentality during the 80s. The timing of the delivery of every f-bomb and other curse words is out of place and completely forced. For some weird reason, the makers thought that assigning a "refined" 18th Century language to the characters, making a silence of two seconds and then saying a curse word was funny. That's primary school humor! It does nothing, basically.
45/100