Review by Charles Cassady, Jr.
Now that LeBron James has left, the only thing significant
about Cleveland ,
as we all know, is the Armor Court
at the Cleveland Museum of Art. The Armor
Court is a Ridley Scott movie-fan's dream come
true, all those gleaming suits of authentic European chainmail, armor, swords
and headpieces, hundreds of years old, in a world-class collection. Feeding the
King Arthur and St. George fantasies of generations of museum-goers, the Armor
Court lacks only Scooby Doo and Shaggy hiding in a couple of the suits to
escape, I dunno, the Egyptian mummy the next couple of corridors over.
If there was an "Armor Court ! The Motion Picture," it
would sure look like LANCELOT OF THE LAKE, or to those of you non-Ohioans who
don’t believe in “Freedom Fries” (look that one up online, you kids; yes, we’ve
had some real winners as politicians here in Buckeye land) Lancelot du Lac.
It’s a dour 1974 dramatization of the end of Camelot, as interpreted by French
filmmaker Robert Bresson.
