In which John Goodman becomes king and falls in love with a stripper played by Rose Tyler's mum.
After a freak accident wipes out the entire British royal family, the only heir to be found is an American lounge singer, Ralph Jones (John Goodman). Thinking that being king is an easy job and he won't have to do all that much, Ralph accepts. He struggles to learn the ropes of being royalty with the help of his chief adviser Sir Cedric Willingham (Peter O'Toole). He soon falls in love with Miranda Greene (Camille Coduri), an aspiring designer from a working class background. Due to this less than royal background, she is considered to be an unfit consort for a king. Ralph also has to deal with the machinations of Lord Percival Graves (John Hurt), who wishes to become king instead. Graves plans to use Miranda to get Ralph to abdicate.
Watching this movie felt a bit weird, being a Royal Jubilee year and all. This was a rather enjoyable movie all the same. All the cast were great. Special note must go to John Hurt as the hissably nasty Lord Percival. He's so incredibly posh that you can't help but hate him.
Yes, that is Rose Tyler's mum who Ralph falls in love with. You don't get to see much when Miranda does her routine. She has a change of heart halfway through her act.
Ralph might seem like a lovable good who's not cut out to be a king, but he soon bucks his ideas up when it comes to important things. He has to host an important diplomatic thing with an African king and all seems to be lost when he forget his lines. Then things cut to a pub and everybody's having fun. The African king is even joining in with a game of darts.
Next time: The Leprechaun sequels. Oh, God. More horror sequels. Wish me luck.