The King (2019)
(Netflix Streaming, December 2020) It’s been scant hours since I’ve seen The King, and the film is already a blur of fuzzy memories, largely undistinguishable from other similar films. Telling us about Henry V’s first years in power, it’s dirty, grimy and thoroughly not fun. The acting talent is fine (what with such notables at Timothée Chalamet, Joel Edgerton, Robert Pattinson and Ben Mendelsohn) and the script relies equally on loose adaptations from historical facts and Shakespearian plays. But the result, ugh – you may want to get out on the next cold rainy day, roll yourself in the mud and spend a few days without electricity and have a more entertaining experience. It does get a bit more interesting late in the third act with a depiction of the Battle of Agincourt, but even a film as dull and gritty as The King can’t escape substantial deviation from historical fact – it’s almost as much fun to fact-check the film than watch it in the first place. It’s as featureless and generic as its title suggests – I was barely reminded of 2018’s Outlaw King (also released via Netflix), and it’s not a favourable comparison.