Sadly, all the studios were on the brink of failure and death and dying was in the air when this was made. Julie Andrews was too old and Richard Burton in the midst of his boozing and Lizzing. Kennedy sadly had died and along with him all that was the dream of anything called 'Camelot'. In theory, Camelot is more an idea/dream than anything reality could conjure. Unfortunately this film wavers between taking itself too seriously and trying on some level to procure fantasy. I once read it was really the showcase/product of the costumer who was a nobody with few credits shoved ahead of time into the film by his wealthy boyfriend. The costumes do convey that of an overexcited queen (not the regal/born into type). In the end, the costumes are the true stars of this 'Camelot'. Harris looks 'so over this' while Redgrave evokes someone resting on her previous laurels and family name only there to collect a paycheck. Nero as all Italian men is about Nero (in other words, "How can I look more ravishing than the women in this thing?"). The men behind the scenes were all too long in the tooth and very tired by the time this was coming into fruition. Shame. More could've been made of it. Everyone was gaga over Redgrave at the time (I am old enough to recall) and I really never saw the attraction. She's always lacked true sincerity and believability as a real human being, I think. It's only in her later films when she's aged that there's an inkling of an authentic person. It's not her fault. Nepotism is a difficult thing to overcome.