Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Suck
by Danny Gallagher, posted Apr 22nd 2009 1:02PM
I really wanted to like Krod Mandoon and the Flaming Sword of Fire. There hasn't been a good geek comedy that can create a whole satirical universe in the span of a few minutes since Futurama went off "Into the Wild Green Yonder," both on Fox and on DVD.
Krod Mandoon didn't have the potential to be the next Futurama, but it certainly had the makings of something that was willing to try. The title alone made me laugh the first time I heard it.
But after watching the first few episodes, it turns out the title has won the biggest laugh thus far.
The entire series has become a running gag of infantile sex jokes woven into the weak storyline of a medieval fantasy epic about a sword-wielding do-gooder and his merry band of misfits. I'm all for dirty humor about the human body's naughty bits, but even easily amused simpletons like myself have our limits after two hours or so. They really lose their edge quick when you can see a set up for a penis joke coming (ahem) from a mile away.
The characters are interesting even though they aren't entirely original, with the exception of warrior babe Aneka, played by the exotic India de Beaufort, who turns sex into a weapon against her enemies. It runs out of steam after the first battle and needs a long nap.
The rest of the main characters make it hard to know what they are spoofing between the epic, grand performances of royal evilness and the "awww shucks" attitude of Krod, played by Sean Maguire and his non-magical magician Zezelryck, played by comedian Kevin Hart. They both feel completely out of place in this far away land and don't even try to sound like they are from a different time. It becomes almost jarring. A guy named Krod should either sound like a Scottish meathead or a Northern California tattoo artist.
Chancellor Dongalor, played by Little Britain and Shooting Stars' Matt Lucas, adds a nice touch of fun to the cast, but his crutch falls short when the script gives him nothing more to work with than jerk-off jokes and asides that a fetus can see coming (ahem).
The humor doesn't even try to have fun with the genre it's spoofing. Occasionally, a clever gag or two will creep into the narrative, such as the aptly named horse raper Horse Draper, but they quickly drift into the stratosphere as they are milked harder and more often than a cow that produces beer.
This is one sword that's very hard to swallow.