Friendly, funky story, sweeping, grand scenery and a long-haired Val Kilmer. Though the scenery is grand and sweeping, this fantasy movie has a friendly, funky heart. Unsurprisingly for a movie directed by Ron Howard, the comedy avoids crudity and over-cuteness but the characters have a pleasant, classic narrative superficiality. Consistent with a George Lucas production, its plot is thin in spots and over-reliant on sudden epiphanies. Even the much-vaunted special effects already seemed a little hokey when I saw it in 1988. Yet it is one of my favorites. Why? Well, Warwick Davis, for one, with his fresh young face, nimble acting, and energetic motions. A close second, one of the most adorable babies ever to raise her eyebrows, played by Ruth and Kate Greenwood. Jean Marsh, whose face in the final scenes is one of the most horrifying things I've ever seen. Billy Barty. And, essential for a lady's complete enjoyment of a movie, a good-looking man: a funny, mugging, handsome, clowning heroic Val Kilmer looking scrumptious in everything between a blowsy gown, a bloomer-like loincloth, a suit of vaguely Persian armor, and woodsman attire.
I admit it: I re-watch the movie every once in a while, but though I enjoy the story and it really is delightful, my main motivation is Val Kilmer as the blustering, shallow, moonstruck, valiant Madmartigan.