Robert Bresson was not quite a spent force when this dead artifact opened, but you’d never know it from this Arthurian romp. Rapturously received by the usual critical suspects (the usual suspect critics?), his next, LE DIABLE PROBABLEMENT, turned out to be his only late work to call upon his great gifts. The unrivaled glories of A MAN ESCAPED and PICKPOCKET are decades past. Here, the bloody deadpan opening demands attention, but leaves Bresson no place to go, and his much vaunted austerity has calcified into an artistic crutch. Though its hard to blame Bresson for the film's faults when so many Round Table pics have been equally unsatisfying/risible. (But a great poster,non?)
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