Black Knight
        
"You 
          have to respect his commitment," the evil King Leo (Kevin Conway) comments 
          about Martin Lawrence's Jamal Walker in Black Knight, "even after 
          it isn't funny, he keeps doing the bit." 
        
 You have to respect 
          a script that gives a critic that kind of ammunition. Amazingly, though, 
          it would be a cheap shot. Luckily for Lawrence and Black Knight, 
          enough clever lines and ideas exist to keep the movie afloat in the 
          sea of Lawrence's tired antics.
        
 And they are tired 
          from the outset. Lawrence mugs and whoops his way through a title sequence 
          that seems designed to keep people from noticing that anybody else is 
          in this movie, but then, that attitude fits his character perfectly.
        
 Jamal thinks himself 
          quite the playah, living in a smooth bachelor pad in South Central L.A. 
          on the corner of Normandie and Florence (hey, hey, there's actual wit 
          going on here). But in reality, he works at a rundown amusement park 
          barely one step above a traveling carnival.
        
 Facing competition 
          from a rival medieval-themed park, Jamal's boss Mrs. Bostick (Isabell 
          Monk) struggles to keep her business going, with little help from her 
          selfish employees. Perhaps you can see Jamal's character arc laid out 
          neatly, and yes, the modern day scenes could not play out more ham-fistedly 
          if written by a pig farmer.
        
 
        Thankfully, Jamal 
          soon falls into the park's "moat," only to find himself on the shore 
          of an English lake. There he encounters Knolte (Tom Wilkinson), a disgraced 
          and drunken knight who Jamal mistakes for homeless. Like Alec Guinness 
          in Star Wars, Wilkinson's appearance raises the bar for both 
          the story and the acting, forcing Lawrence to calm down a bit. As a 
          result, Black Knight settles into a fun groove.
        
 Mistaken for a 
          Norman messenger after shouting out his address (see above), Jamal finds 
          himself in the middle of political intrigue. The current king of England 
          usurped the crown with the aid of Sir Percival (Vincent Regan, this 
          week's stock British villain). All those who oppose King Leo find their 
          heads on spikes, the first element that convinces Jamal that he is not 
          in an amusement park.
        
 A rebellion brews 
          within the castle, led by the feisty Victoria (Marsha Thomason), coincidentally 
          the only other black person in England. As has become standard for historical 
          comedies, Victoria is clearly a woman meant for the 20th Century, with 
          anachronistic ideas and attitudes that serve to tame Jamal and teach 
          him to be a better person.
        
 It all plays out 
          as expected, but again, the script (by Darryl J. Quarles and Peter Gaulke 
          & Gerry Swallow) rises above expectations. Jamal styles himself "Sir 
          Skywalker," and sly nods to Star Wars abound. One classic scene 
          from the Death Star adapts easily to a castle courtyard escape, and 
          of course, Jamal's actual appearance as the fabled Black Knight bears 
          more than a little resemblance to Darth Vader.
        
 Moreover, the film 
          tweaks the conventions of historical comedies. From the trailer you've 
          seen Jamal get the medieval band to play "Dance To The Music." The actual 
          scene takes its time to build, making it almost believable that Jamal 
          could get these musicians to play Sly and The Family Stone. And 
          the deposed queen's attempt to give a rousing speech to her supporters 
          will pretty much ruin Henry V for Shakespeare fans.
        
 Despite some cleverness, 
          director Gil Junger betrays his television origins all over the place, 
          which bogs down the film. Every location feels small. Never before has 
          all of England seemed able to be traversed in an hour or two.
        
 Perhaps because 
          of Lawrence's rumored refusal to make eye contact with other people, 
          Junger overuses close-ups to tell the story whenever possible. This 
          device only adds to both Lawrence's bad reputation and the claustrophobic 
          feel of the film.
        
 And that's actually 
          a shame. Lawrence started out in film giving quick, bright performances 
          before stardom pushed him over the edge to constant clownishness. In 
          Black Knight, he has to stretch a few unused acting muscles, 
          to far better effect than in the utterly stupid Big Momma's House. 
          While not quite back to what made him charming in the first place, he 
          gives a few line readings that hint at actual character before shifting 
          back into buffoon mode. With the right project, his next film may be 
          even better, and he may start really deserving that $20 million a movie.
        
 So call Black 
          Knight surprising. By no means a classic, it still has an amiable 
          charm. You could do worse if Harry Potter is sold out.
        
 What's It Worth? 
          $5