Robin Hood: Men In Tights — 5/5 (rewatch)
Why do I love the things I love? I do not know. So here is me trying to figure it out. There is so much about this movie that is stupid. Just bonkers-ass shit. Needless Home Alone parodies, awful puns, a guy named "Achoo" (bless you), Tracey Ullman. And yet, and yet, the whole thing just tickles the living shit out of me. This movie is another in a long line of movies that work in spite of everything on paper saying it shouldn't work. It's a miracle of movie-making. Is it casting? Everyone here is perfect. Why wasn't Cary Elwes a bigger star? He does drama, he does romance, he does comedy (both big and small). I love him. I'm in love with him? (Oh god.) I think, honestly, he carries a lot of the weight of the movie. He sets the tone, and he makes everything around him just work. But to pin it all on him is to discredit others—specifically Roger Rees and Megan Cavanaugh and Eric Allan Kramer. The movie features one of those four in every scene, so if I'm to take any lesson from this, I think it's not necessarily every person in the cast (though every person is wonderful), it's that you need to make sure there's a linchpin in every scene who is as perfect as possible. You've got to create the corners of your room, tracing an outline that you can work within.
A top 50 movie of all time.
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