After Richard Gere was chosen (or anointed) for the title role, director Bruce Beresford decided to take no more unnecessary risks. And there is so much hair, so much blood, so much "realism," that all fun, along with all Hittites, is threatened with extinction. But there is still Goliath, of the earth-shaking tread and stertorous breath; and there is David's royal inaugural dance, in nothing but a diaper ("flaunting his nakedness in the sight of every common whore," as his first wife sees it); and there is always Richard Gere, in a mighty struggle to fit his sprawling modernity into a classical mold. Though he loses, and loses badly, he never quite achieves such a milestone of humiliation as, say, Tony Curtis in The Black Shield of Falworth. With Edward Woodward and Alice Krige. (1985) — Duncan Shepherd
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