I love Dev Patel.
But not in this stinky dung-heap.
Lots, and I mean LOTS of chamber choir-ing throughout in a futile attempt to bring dramatic flavour to cinematic melba-toast.
Bug-orung horse-riding, talking green tree/knight (???!!); long whipered speeches in even longer stone chambers, witches (of course), a talking fox, more horse riding, affairs with woman of ethereal beauty but no character development at all, and too many other stinkies to report here.
PHEW!