In days of old when knights were bold/And "interior" was the same as "exterior"/The guys in Your Highness turned plus into minus/With Danny McBride's posterior.
Sorry about that, but after sitting through that alleged comedy we needed to blow off some steam. It must have seemed like a good idea at the time to take McBride and James Franco, stars of the stoner laff riot Pineapple Express, stick them in tights and jerkins, and have them rescue Natalie Portman from fire-breathing dragons, or some shit. After all, Portman and Franco are hot properties right now. But they left one important ingredient behind: Judd Apatow.
McBride and Ben Best's mediocre ... uh, I mean medieval story is severely bald on jokes, even of the severed-penis and anal rape variety. They're still doing the homosexual panic shtick, and that's gotten stale too. The only character who's even remotely amusing is RasmusHardiker's beaky stooge Courtney, who spends most of his time either buggering or getting buggered. He's funny just standing there, which is more than we can say for ZooeyDeschanel, Justin Theroux, or Toby Jones. Exec-prod McBride and director David Gordon Green could have left off one of those expensive CGI monsters and used the money to hire a script doctor. But no. It's impossible to smoke enough weed to make this movie seem funny.