"Cowards Bend the Knee" (2004) - I'm not even going to try to explain the plot.
Style is a wonderful thing, especially when you come across one that you can recognize as belonging to a particular director. What are movies by Federico Fellini, Preston Sturges, or Stanley Kubrick without the trademark styles of their directors?
But some directors, even the best, can go overboard with and depend too much on their style (think Tim Burton’s lesser films). Maybe I take Guy Maddin way too seriously, but “Cowards Bend the Knee” is nothing more than an overly silly exercise in style.
