Well now this is all very interesting. A kind of fantasy piece with Swain playing his usual role but transported to a land of kings and outlaws. Is it a fantasy or a medieval period piece? Or a melodramatic pastiche? In all honesty you won't care: it is dire.
Very, very sloppily put together, even by the standard of these things- pretty much the whole of the first four of five minutes is filmed from a single, awkward camera angle, and the actors- dancing girls mostly (and one thing in the film's favour is the surplus of cavorting females)- are herded in front of it and then led off again. Now if the material was ok this wouldn't matter but... it's not. The odd thing is that there aren't really any attempts at laughs. Ambrose has an arrow shot at his bottom. Seriously, that's it. That's your gag quota. Oh ok, there's some comedy stuff with a bomb. But whatever amusement you are going to find here will come from Swain's business, his expressions, but there's nothing in the material at all, nothing.
Swain is a king who wants a maiden to become his wife. The maiden's admiring fellah (who seems to be Robin Hood) comes along to rescue her. They had some costumes left over from another production you know, there's no other reason for any of this.
Really, really bad, but I feel it's going to haunt me like a dream.
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