John Huston's adaptation of Rudyard Kipling's 'The Man Who Would Be King', with its stereotypical natives and romanticized imperialism, certainly won't win any awards for political correctness, but Michael Caine and Sean Connery's jaunty and charming performances make you forget that their characters and their deeds are rather despicable.
For much of its runtime 'The Man Who Would Be King' plays a bit like a Bing Crosby/Bob Hope road pic. It's not until the best laid plans go astray in the third act that we see the story more clearly for what it is; a tragedy of ego and greed and the brotherhood between deeply flawed men with a seemingly incongruous sense of honor.
For much of its runtime 'The Man Who Would Be King' plays a bit like a Bing Crosby/Bob Hope road pic. It's not until the best laid plans go astray in the third act that we see the story more clearly for what it is; a tragedy of ego and greed and the brotherhood between deeply flawed men with a seemingly incongruous sense of honor.