Before Arthur trusted Lancelot, King Mark trusted his nephew Tristan. Were love potions the ancient excuse equivalent of drunk dialing today? Beware long sea journeys. Land, not love, is at stake. Tristan balks at arranged marriage? One might have expected better from the French than this ahistorical fairy tale. And while many modern movies overextend our mythic prince charming ideal of romantic love inappropriately, this is one film that ought not, as it deals with the birth of romance.
This film reduces the romance that invented romance to a Disneyesque chaos of cartoon contraptions and cute little critters and loses sight of the original inspiration, and feeling. "They're looking for a king, a husband, a father. Three people. There's but one of me. Clear case of mistaken identity."
This film reduces the romance that invented romance to a Disneyesque chaos of cartoon contraptions and cute little critters and loses sight of the original inspiration, and feeling. "They're looking for a king, a husband, a father. Three people. There's but one of me. Clear case of mistaken identity."
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