ALL the signature fatalities in all their ridiculous, fire-roasting, head-splitting, spine-ripping glory!
Mix a disjointed script with dirty action and fun, throw in a time loop, and …
Be careful what you wish for … in every way
King of the seas or of Zzz’s?
Deadpool 2.5? 3?
Criminals, cool kids and cults. Can it come together?
Disaster
From the beginnin’. Well, there’s this roguish lad see, an’ ‘e an’ his mates are plannin’ a heist … ‘Old on, ‘old on. Yer sure nothin’ ‘appened before the beginnin’? Aw yeah, that’s right. Ye see (flashback) the kid’s not the bastard son of a prostitute, but actually heir to ye olde Englaland’s throne. That’s more like it my son. Go on … There’s this magical scimitar an’ rooftop parkour an’ a kind-but-fair oriental fight instructor, y’know, everything you’d expect in 6th century Londinium …
Stephen Scott says: in a gloriously raucous post-Roman-occupied Britanniae, trouble is brewing in a cockney lad’s-own adventure that’s bleedingly obviously directed by Guy Ritchie without having all the promos blaring it at a million decibels. Fast, romance-free, with a (fantastic) soundtrack that makes you go “yeah – that’s what action movie music must’ve sounded like in 629AD”, it’s Lock Stock and One Smoking Excalibur. Exactly what you expect.
