The King (2019) - 3/10
Medieval dramas involving privately-educated pricks clanking around in armour and doing shit Shakespeare impressions generally aren't my thing, but I fully intended to watch this one. Until, that is, the accents showed up and chose violence. At least when these Southern pricks talk their posh, gilded-spoon-up-the-arse English they're being genuine. Within minutes, American actors are heard drifting between "vaguely British", "confused Irish" and "fella who learned English entirely from watching Black Adder and Braveheart after a night down the pub. It’s like the director told every actor to do an accent but didn't specify which one. Even the British actors are at it. I spent most of my time trying to decipher their vowel choices when I should have been following the plot, which from what I could tell was mostly mud, shouting and Timothée Chalamet looking like a Victorian ghost in his dad's fancy dress outfit. Eventually, with a migraine brewing, I turned it off. Shite.