Dragonslayer (1981)

How do you know the sorcerer you hired to kill the nasty dragon terrorizing your village sucks? He has a perm haircut, weights 110 pounds and can’t even move a table. Magically or by hand. And he’s played by Peter MacNicol. “Dragonslayer” swaps plot from Beowulf, magic from “Excalibur” and a bit of whiny-ass hero from “Star Wars,” but flames out. The film is saddled with an incoherent start, a villain never explained, and sets and costumes bought wholesale from “Monty Python.” Food for thought: In a village where young virgin women are sacrificed to the cruel dragon, you’d think every teenage girl would fuck any man or boy alive to, you know, not be a virgin. Not so. The smartest girl dresses as a boy, and the rest become BBQ. Are these people worth saving? No. Unintended laughs -– MacNicol on a horse -- abound, making this watchable, but for the wrong reasons. C-