Call it "A South Central Homeboy in King Arthur's Court" -- but call it only occasionally amusing -- "Black Knight" stars Martin Lawrence going back in time to do his out-dated it's-a-black-thang schtick for 14th Century English royalty.
Ten seconds into the movie, he's is already strutting like George Jefferson and doing a little booty dance just to show how dependent he is on such clichés. Then he goes to work at a dilapidated, castle-themed amusement park and falls into the fetid moat while reaching for a medallion he saw floating in the water.
Somehow sucked into the past by the medallion, he's mistaken for a French ambassador when he says he's from Normandie (a street in Los Angeles). Thus his strange clothes, strange behavior and strange language are explained away as he teaches the Mediaevals to boogie, flash gang signs, speak street ("That's tight! Boo-yeah!") and fight like WWF wrestlers.
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