
As I Lay Dying review (London Film Festival)
If this isn’t a deliberate parody of furiously solemn, self-conscious artistic pretension, it’s an accidental one.

If this isn’t a deliberate parody of furiously solemn, self-conscious artistic pretension, it’s an accidental one.
I’m starting to wonder, truly and sincerely, if David Gordon Green is suffering from one of those brain tumors that radically alters one’s personality…
Must to share a truly enlightening email exchange I had today that was ostensibly about my review of Your Highness, but was really about so much more…
Brent Lang at TheWrap asks this ludicrous question. In a word, No. In another word, Bwahahahahahaha. Your Highness is just plain awful. So why ask the question at all?
The awfulness that is Your Highness intends to be a sendup of high fantasy but mostly just engages the clichés of genre and embellishes them with a few swear words and bong hits. What other movies (or books, or TV shows, etc) get it right?
It’s one thing to say that Hollywood scoops up indie filmmakers, chews them up, and spits out McG and Brett Ratner clones, which absolutely happens. But that’s on a whole ’nother level to what it has done to David Gordon Green. Someone took the most glorious bottle of vintage champagne and whipped up Tang mimosas.
It makes no damn sense at all. There are already reviews up at Rotten Tomatoes!
Rumor has it this is meant to be a comedy. I don’t see it, myself. Unless… oh, I get it: Your Highness. It’s a pot joke. Oh, that is clever.