This film epitomises everything that is wrong with Hollywood. A quaint American knowledge of what the British aristocracy is, which bears absolutely zero resemblance in fact, is spun into a stunningly unfunny tale about Eric Idle having his inheritance taken by a mistaken identity while he was a baby.
The king of not being funny, Rick Moranis, takes his place and of course Eric tries to knock him off, and it's predictable as it is painful, and every single thing you could see happening.
Quite how John Cleese could lower himself to this I'm not sure, and I have no doubt that Catherine Zeta Jones will look back on this and cringe in years to come.
Never ever see this film, it's terrible.
The king of not being funny, Rick Moranis, takes his place and of course Eric tries to knock him off, and it's predictable as it is painful, and every single thing you could see happening.
Quite how John Cleese could lower himself to this I'm not sure, and I have no doubt that Catherine Zeta Jones will look back on this and cringe in years to come.
Never ever see this film, it's terrible.