"I'm the King!"

It's time for another Brazen Motion Picture Boosterism!

And yes, if you were wondering, there are other Brazen Motion Picture Boosterism things out there. In the wild. Where they belong.

This weeks Boosterism is for a lovely as-of-yet-not-released moving picture called In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale. It contains all sorts and brands of cinema virtue, including but not limited to:

1.) The seraphic presence of Sir Burt Reynolds, who has not yet been knighted but should have been, like, a billion years ago.
2.) A cut-rate budget most likely intentional so as to sing the merits of independent film and the daring visions of autonomous auteurs.
3.) Said auteur Uwe Boll whose German upbringing and sassy smart accent alone inspire great bundles of confidence. Give the man a gift of peduncles-- it is the very least you can do.
4.) After having purchased a ticket for this sumptuous yarn of dungeon sieging, one might also feel so inclined as to procure a vessel of popped corn. This would be for personal consumption during the siege.

These scrape but the surface of the many dozens of reasons why the good people of this earth should see In the Name of the King. Suffice it to say, it will be an exhilarating experience-- one for the keepsake books-- when it hits theaters in January.