A grungy, often ill-paced trudge through medieval modes and motifs within a thin patina of comedy. Whilst mud and filth may have some historical fidelity, they hardly lend themselves to laughs instead creating a mismatched stew of japery, scatology and mild horror. However the grime is the only constant in this odd beast of a film.
Gilliam's first solo outing is beyond juvenilia. It's rough, as narratives go, hit-and-miss in terms of laughs. But already it shows him as filmmaker with an eye: a back-and-forth between the absurdity of civilization and the filth that preceded it, a twisting of fairy tale convention, a taste for the grotesque, a skill with little comic details, and a belief that a Lewis Carroll word scramble might make total sense.
I must be impervious to British humour because the film didn't make me laugh. I smiled a dozen times, yes, but that's all. Technically speaking, this movie has got also some editing problems especially during the tournament scenes. But all in all, the film looks like a collection of well photographed made for TV scenes. Frankly, I prefer to read again some French comics of the 70's that are FUNNY! Already forgotten.