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Netflix's 'The King' Is a Tired Shakespearean Rewrite, Until Robert Pattinson Shows Up

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Just when you think Netflix's new historical drama The King might fully put you to sleep, Robert Pattinson shows up. Suddenly, a drab, medieval, wannabe epic is the comedy of the year. Pattinson plays the Dauphin of France, who challenges Timothée Chalamet's young Henry V. The soon-to-be Batman affects a ridiculous accent that would be more at home in a Monty Python sketch and wears a wig that looks like it was ripped off Leonardo DiCaprio's head in Man in the Iron Mask. Each moment he's on screen, it seems like he's a minute away from saying, "I fart in your general direction." At one point, he does some impressive physical comedy, slipping and falling in some wet mud during a pivotal confrontation. Pattinson is the only person in this film who seems to remember that Shakespeare, actually, can be very funny. 

Now, The King, it should be noted, is not Shakespeare; it's Shakespeare-inspired. Director David Michôd, along with co-screenwriter Joel Edgerton, took the Bard's Henriad (Henry IV, Part 1 and 2, and Henry V) and mashed them up into a two-hour-and-20-minute-long movie that feels like an eternity. Michôd and Edgerton suck the life out of Shakespeare's plays by replacing the iambic pentameter and humor with deadened "period piece" jargon. Edgerton plays one of the most famously funny characters in literary history, Sir John Falstaff, as a hardened war veteran who likes to drink, but barely cracks a joke. Who would ever have thought we'd get a Falstaff with a dad-like smolder? Not me. But what conundrums the Netflix age hath wrought? 

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The star of the show here is Chalamet, who shows up 15 minutes into the narrative, wearing his hair floppy and a chip on his shoulder as the wayward Prince Hal. He's been ignoring the wars being fought by the likes of Hotspur (Tom Glynn-Carney) on behalf of his father, Henry IV (Ben Mendelsohn, pleasingly hammy), by partying his days away. But, as is typical with kings, they eventually die, and Hal must eventually assume the crown and get a really crappy bowl cut. 

It's a tale as old as monarchy, but Michôd and Edgerton never find anything new to say about a young man rising to power. In the absence of actual character development, Hal becomes a largely passive figure, deferring to others for counsel, torn between the whispers in his ears. It's a disservice to Chalamet, the internet heartthrob who owned the 2017 movie season with Call Me By Your Name and Lady Bird. Chalamet's breakout performances are opposing portraits of teenage lust. Elio in Call Me By Your Name conveys all the awkward obsession of first love; Kyle in Lady Bird is the easily identifiable self-interested, bass-playing toolbag of nearly everyone's youth. He's done admirable work in the years since then, but nothing has really capitalized on the charisma that birthed his intense fanbase. The King doesn't change that. (Just stay tuned for Little Women, out later this year.)

Chalamet is fine as Hal. He settles into the stately accent well, and ultimately assumes the posture of a knowing leader, giving a bastardized version of Shakespeare's St. Crispin's Day speech. But he's hamstrung by the inertia of the material, his muted performance blending into the muddy tones of the landscapes. (He does speak French at times, so at least there's that.) 

All this is to say that, yes, Pattinson really is the only reason to watch The King. In a film that takes itself so SO seriously, he decided to have a little fun. His performance as the Dauphin is not necessarily what you'd call "good." In fact, it has actively bad elements -- like that accent, for one. But it is an inspired bit of pageantry that The King desperately needs.

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Esther Zuckerman is a senior entertainment writer at Thrillist. Follow her on Twitter @ezwrites.