You know what makes this special?
It’s not Christina Ricci publicly giving up on ever getting decent work again.
It’s not the “romantic” male lead snickering his way through, apparently, the whole movie.
It’s not the adding of “eth” to the end of every word — “sucketh”! awesome!
It’s not Ann-Margaret cashing a paycheck.
It’s not even how, if this is representative of the movie, it seems to bypass the true goofy appeal of Renaissance festivals in favor of making fun of them.
It’s Matthew Lillard, who is the slimiest actor known to Hollywoodkind, and how I feel sorry even for him here.
