The title could suggest the ultimate king story, or the most basic template of one. In this case it's the latter, an uncolored coloring book. Nothing is original, save the experience of watching Robert Pattinson feign a French accent. Thus the title is irritating, though not surprising. That's the trend; see my post on Napoleon. It helped lure me in. The King by no means earns its superlative. If this was a virgin genre, things would be different, but it's trodden enough to lose its lust in unimaginative intercourse. The King thrusts no originality into it. Fortunately for The King, this is still an engaging genre for me, and the movie sustains at least a 6/10 on all fronts. Only maybe two moments were laughable. Chalamet does his job. The warfare stands out. I didn't mind the dumb movie.
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