Jamal 'Sky' Walker (jive-talkin' Lawrence), a blood from South Central LA, works in a medieval theme park. Spying a gold medallion in the moat, he tumbles in and is whisked to 14th century England where his confusion provides the first laboured laughs. Mistaking errant knight Knolte (Wilkinson) for a homeless person, he proffers advice on personal hygiene; when dusky damsel Victoria (Thomason) feigns surprise that he can read and write, he recommends that she raise her sights. Eventually he discovers that the kingdom is run by a usurper, and must decide whether to save his own sorry ass or help the 'medieval massive'. Very loosely based on Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, it's a yarn of 'honour and respect', where you whup the bad guys and get the girl. Crude, facile and full of racial stereotyping, it's essentially a creaking vehicle for its hyperactive star that benefits from Wilkinson's understated support. Well, it made this viewer laugh.