Content warning: This is a review of a medieval film that is offensive to every notion of history.
Oh, also, it’s a porn.
Additional content warning: (Don’t worry, this article is safe-for-work.)
The year 2000 brought us a great many odd things. Y2K freak-outs, Sisqó’s “Thong Song,” and (drum-roll, please) the Robin Hood porn The Virgins of Sherwood Forest, which was no doubt trying to capitalize on whatever was left of the Prince of Mullets excitement by combining it with porn.
No, Mom. It’s not hard porn. It’s, um, soft porn. Skinemax porn.
That means it has a plot. A real, actual plot.
Here it is: a down-on-her-luck low-budget film-director bonks her noggin (PHRASING!) and dreams she’s living in Sherwood Forest. Adventure ensues as she learns that the men of Sherwood are hardly the virtuous heroes of old.
I’m not saying it’s a great plot, mind you, but it’s a start.
Let’s press ‘play’.