The King (2019) review

After the passing of ornery Henry IV (Ben Mendelsohn), his drunken son Hal (Timothée Chalamet) takes over as ruler of England; when Hal is told France has (supposedly) sent an assassin to kill him, he marches right over there with his good friend Falstaff (Joel Edgerton, who co-wrote the script) and takes it to the silly-filly Dauphin (Robert Pattinson).  Here's my issue: the Bard literally has already done all the heavy lifting, and yet Michôd and Edgerton decide just to make it grimier and murkier and not add a touch of ingenuity to the text (unlike, for example, Jarman's The Tempest or Taymor's Titus) and it just comes out as a lot of moody brooding.  The famed Battle of Agincourt is where the movie tries to stir to life - because who doesn't like mud and blood? - but immediately after it's more navel-gazing ... and I think Chalamet is a fine young actor, but he might be a bit out of his element.