King Knight

Lucky for writer/director Richard Bates Jr. Magic isn't real, because I'd expect a lot of hexes coming his way following this movie which depicts wiccans as a bunch of sphincter-obssessed misfits (not to mention that any group should take umbrage at any work of fiction that portrays Andy Milonakis as one of their members). One character is described as having "an unhealthy distrust of government institutions", but that's nothing compared to King Knight's abnormal fixation with the various functions, uses, and weaknesses of the human rectum; in addition to a mention of "butt fungus", there is a lenghty discussion regarding sodomy, as well as a recurring debate as to whether "We all have poo in our butts" - the latter of which includes someone disputing the notion "that Juliette Binoche has poo in her butt" (by the way, Binoche is referred to as "a Parisian national treasure"; I don't want to sound ill-informed, but when did Paris become a country?). Are pagans really such a coprocentric crowd? Do they really spend so much time worrying about the goings-on in their large intestines? Or maybe this was originally a movie about proctologists that underwent one too many rewrites.